That Night Ten Years Ago
“You’re a bed hog.”
She giggled and my heart skipped a beat and I felt dumb, ridiculous, and utterly head over heels. I shouldn’t like her this much already. She was a musician, for fuck’s sake. She was going on tour, and I was going to medical school. We were headed down two different paths in life, but my body, my mind, and my heart didn’t seem to give a flying fuck. She was gorgeous in that eccentric way that had never really appealed to me. Until now. Her adorable heart-shaped face framed in short dark hair and big blue eyes drew me in. Music notes danced in the form of a tattoo from the middle of her back across her side and up onto her ribcage. I wanted to show them how pretty I thought they were with my tongue.
“Hey, I totally resemble that remark.” She punched me in the arm and I fell over onto my back, my head hitting the pillow with a grunt. I was putting on a show for her. She weighed all of a buck ten soaking wet. There was no way she’d ever be able to knock me over.
She laughed harder and leaned over me. “Need some mouth to mouth, Doc.”
I grinned up at her. “Hell yeah.”
Climbing over my body, she giggled before straddling me and leaning forward. She rubbed her nose along mine and then her lips. God, her lips. They were the color of fresh cherries against her pale skin, deep, pink, and luscious. I dragged her bottom one between my teeth and gave it a firm suck.
She pulled back and sat up on top of me, her cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink, her smile wide and uncontrived. Freedom and a wildness I’d never witnessed before sparkled in her eyes down at me, and I thought to myself in that moment that I’d never met a girl this real, this raw, this damn special.
I averted my gaze, feeling too much, too soon and it embarrassed me. It made me feel foolishly young and naive, something I’d always prided myself on never being. I ran my hand over the tattoos that spanned the length of her side.
“This is nice,” I said without thinking, because I liked this tattoo. It suited her.
She pinched my nipple, snapping my eyes back to hers.
“Thanks.” Her eyes flickered across the clear skin of my torso. “You don’t have any, huh?”
“Nope.”
Placing one of her hands over mine and the tattoo, she pushed both of our palms up until mine cupped her small but ample breast. She brought her hand up, tweaking her nipple and arching her back, offering her breast to me, and I obliged, leaning up to take one nipple in my mouth and giving the other a pinch. She gasped and rocked on me, making me rock-hard. And I thought for sure I was spent for the night. I’d been inside of her in every way imaginable and it seemed my cock couldn’t get enough of her. My mind either.
“How come?” she breathed out a question, still rocking her wet cleft against my now slick cock.
Pausing my assault on her breast, I looked up at her, confused. “How come what?”
She stilled and placed her hands on my chest. “How come no tattoos?”
I grunted out a laugh. “You really do ask a lot of questions.” My head fell back to the pillows on a sigh. This girl gave no fucks about timing when she asked her crazy questions. It was somehow both refreshing and frustrating as hell.
“I guess I’m just not a tattoo kind of guy.”
“Hmm.” She nodded her head in thought before meeting my gaze again. “Or maybe you just haven’t found something that means enough to you, yet.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “How so?”
“You know, I love music. It’s my life. It’s not just what I want to do. It’s who I want to be. It lives inside of me. It’s only fair that it live on the outside of me, too.” She gestured to the music notes splayed across her side. “Maybe you haven’t found your something.”
I studied her face, surprised again. This girl. She’d done nothing but surprise me all night. How could she be so perfect? So beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful, and damn sexy, too. It just didn’t seem possible.
“Maybe,” I said quietly, contemplating what she said. Maybe I didn’t have something yet. The thought was depressing. Maybe I’d never find it.
I changed the subject. Kelly was only here visiting friends and then heading out on tour with her band, Nocturnal Rose. I didn’t want a second of our time together full of depressing thoughts.
“Why the drums?”
At the mere mention of her beloved instrument, her face lit up and I didn’t need her to tell me why she chose them. It was written all over her features.
“Well,” she said, biting her lip through her beaming smile, “the drums are kind of a big deal, ya know?”
“Yeah?” I laughed at her dash of coyness sprinkled with excitement. God, she was adorable.
“Uh-huh. The drums set the pace for the entire band, Doc.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips before using my chest to prop her upper body on with her elbows. “I control how fast or how slow the music is, and if I’m off my game, the entire band is, too.” She ran her nose down mine. “The drums are the heart of the band, Anthony.”
She lay down, pressing her ear to my heart, and heat flashed through me that had not one fucking thing to do with us being naked and in bed together and everything to do with the sheer intimacy of the moment. It made me uncomfortable and hot and flushed, and it felt amazing and I didn’t want that impactful moment to ever end.
I breathed in her hair and our sex all around me while she listened to the sound of my heart silently. She lay there for long moments until I lifted my hand and ran it though her short hair over and over.
A quietly whispered “boom, boom” stopped the movement of my hand right over her head, so I held my hand there, listening to the voice.
“Boom, boom,” she whispered over and over again to the cadence of my heart.
I closed my eyes, completely sucked into the moment, listening to her whispered booms that were synched up to the rhythm of my heart until it seemed I could feel her voice vibrating in my body like my heart and her words were one and the same.
“Boom, boom,” she kept on and I was lost. So deep that I almost missed it. And if that had happened I would have been devastated because as she started singing the lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” to the beat of my very heart I was swept away. Her voice. Her spin of the classic song somehow seemed more sultry. More sad. Maybe it was the deep undertones of her voice or the bit of raspiness, but I was enthralled, hanging onto every lyric of a song I’d heard a million different times in a million different ways. Because somehow this time, it felt brand-new.
Her voice. My heart. The sweetest lyrics I’d ever heard. Heaven. I never wanted to leave.
She finished the song and I breathed out, realizing I’d been holding my breath because I didn’t want to miss a note of her voice.
She still lay there, her ear to my heart, her warm body pressed to mine. “See, Doc. I’m the very life of the band, just like the heart is the very life of the body.
“Boom, boom,” she whispered again and finished with a quietly said, “The drums give life to music. And the heart, it’s the music of life.”