So does Phoenix.
A shiver courses through me when his free hand finds the waistband of my jeans. I start to protest as he flicks open the button, because there’s no way he can touch me there without feeling my lower stomach.
“Phoenix—”
A startled, strangled sound leaves me when he shoves his hand inside my underwear and cups me.
It happened so fast I barely had time to think about it, let alone put up much of a fight.
Since he’s not running away screaming, I continue singing.
His finger slides over my slick flesh, teasing me.
My vibrato turns into a moan when the pad of his finger finds my clit and he makes a wet little circle around it. Taunting.
I’ve played with myself lots of times, but nothing compares to this. It’s like he’s making my body his instrument, producing whatever sensations and sounds he wants from me.
In the span of minutes, I’ve gone from sheer panic to wanting to beg him to take me right here, right now.
A whimper fills the room when his long finger plunges inside me.
I become so dizzy my fingers fumble over the keys like intoxicated frat boys.
His dark voice is an electrifying live wire. “Don’t stop.”
I want to tell him that when he drags his finger out and pushes it back in, causing a bolt of pleasure to shoot between my legs.
He adds another finger, stretching me so much it aches.
Then he starts pumping them.
My breath comes out in choppy, desperate pants when his thumb rubs my clit in a measured rhythm while he drives his fingers inside me frantically.
The contrast is too much for me to take. I grip the edges of the keyboard, unable to keep playing.
I moan into the mic, the lyrics I was supposed to be singing trapped in my throat because all I can focus on is this euphoric feeling taking over.
I feel like a spell has been cast, and I’m desperate for it to reach the peak and never end at the same time.
The lights flicker and my moans fade in and out of the mic with the sporadic power.
“Phoenix.”
I arch against him. All my senses are lost and quickly being replaced by the potent ones he’s giving me.
He speeds up his movements and I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure overcomes me.
“Oh god.”
I’m no longer matter taking up space. I am energy.
I am his.
A loud boom of thunder vibrates the house before the electricity shuts off completely.
I sag forward, but Phoenix grips my waist with his free hand, tugging me back against him.
His voice is jagged gravel abrading my insides. “That’s what it feels like.”
Those long fingers seesaw inside me one last time, gathering the remnants of my orgasm before his hand slips out of my pants.
My blood quickens when he paints my lips with my wetness. “Open.”
When I do, he shoves his fingers inside, making me taste myself.
I can’t see him because my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness surrounding us yet, but I feel him because he spins me around.
“Give me some of that.”
Grabbing my jaw, he kisses me, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth with greedy, fervid strokes.
My head spins as he takes hold of my hips and leads me across the room.
We end up near the futon, but when I go to sit, he halts me. “Wait.”
In the shadows, I see him bend over and hear a faint click.
His lips capture mine and my pulse skyrockets as we tumble onto the futon turned bed.
Our choppy breathing, along with the soft bite he gives my neck, makes the already muggy summer air even hotter.
He maneuvers my still open jeans past my hips. “I want to hear you sing my name when I make you come again.”
Holy hell. The thought of him giving me another orgasm practically makes it happen.
He tugs my underwear and jeans down my legs and I eagerly kick off my shoes to help him remove them.
I’m happy we’re in a blackout because it means he won’t see my body.
Then again, it might come back on. Which is why when he goes to remove my shirt, I divert his attention by pulling down his zipper.
I’m wrenching his pants off so I can take him into my mouth when he halts me. “Let me grab a condom.”
My lungs seize with the realization. He wants to have sex.
And why wouldn’t he? As far as he knows, I’m not a virgin so this shouldn’t be a huge deal.
I debate spilling the truth, but this is Phoenix Walker. The guy I’ve secretly stalked and wanted for years.
Losing my virginity to him is the stuff all my dreams are made of.
I’m afraid if I tell him, not only will it ruin the moment…he’ll see what a loser I am and put a stop to any future hookups.