I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper into me, and with his powerful thrusts he brought me close to the edge again. It seemed impossible so quickly after my last climax, but my entire body tensed up, from my fingers down to my toes. It was too much, it wasn’t enough, and I never wanted it to end. I let go, losing myself in Jared the way I lost myself when I played guitar, when the music took over and made me whole. I broke apart into a million pieces, and he shuddered inside me, emptying himself with a few last thrusts.

We clung to one another, our naked bodies rising and falling in sync with each breath. His face was so close I could count the gold specks in his blue eyes, the dark lashes above them, the rough hairs on his chin. I was sure he could even feel the pounding of my heart through his skin.

He brushed sweat-soaked hair off my face and then kissed me, soft and gentle this time. “That was amazing,” he said in a sleepy, content voice I’d never heard before. I hoped I’d soon come to know it as well as his real smile.

“Mmm…” I kissed him softly. “Even better than I imagined.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “So you thought about this a lot? With me?”

“Oh, stop.” I covered my face with a hand. “As if that’s a surprise. You know what you do to me.”

“Nope, maybe you should show me.” He nuzzled my neck, and I wanted him all over again. Jared really had become my addiction.

“When do you need to get back?”

“I told the guys I was seeing someone tonight, so I’m yours as long as you want me.”

“Good.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him hard. I didn’t plan on letting him leave for many, many hours.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jared kept me up most of the night, and even though I arrived at Dan’s studio the next morning bleary-eyed and barely coherent, it was totally worth it.

As I headed into the kitchen area, I overheard Hector say, “I was starting to wonder if you’d lost your game, man.”

“Me?” Jared asked. “Never.”

The guys all greeted me, and when I met Jared’s eyes, my pulse raced, knowing the secret we shared. I felt like I was wearing a giant neon sign that said “SLEPT WITH JARED LAST NIGHT.” He’d returned to his room early this morning, and now wore a T-shirt with a stylized outline of Loki’s helmet from Thor and The Avengers. He must have a never-ending closet full of villain shirts.

“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently while I poured my coffee into a disposable cup.