Above the Noise by Michelle Kemper Brownlow Read Free Book Online Page B

cymbals matched my heartbeat. I was lost in Calon and the music when I felt his hot breath trickle down over me. He gently pressed my legs apart and looked up at me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; the curls, the eyes, the broad shoulders, and the defined arms. That’s when I realized, he was still fully clothed.
    “Stop.” A pang of relief ran through my chest when he immediately stood and ran his hands through his hair again. I wasn’t sure I could handle all of what I knew he could give me and still guard my heart with the little piece of wall that was still left.
    “I’m sorry, Becki.” He licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck.
    “It’s fine. I… I was just going to say, you’re still dressed. I’m feeling a little selfish here.” I pushed myself up the bed a little, smiled, and nodded toward my nakedness to make light of the situation, but the nervous tension in my gut wouldn’t let up. My body wanted him so badly it ached, but something in my heart was scared to take it all in. To take him all in. I closed my legs a little.
    “I just wanted to kiss you. I wasn’t planning on going any further than what I’ve already been doing. Just kisses. But, I’ll stop if you want me to.”
    Oh. My. God. He wasn’t ‘priming the pump’ as Shawn used to call it. This was a selfless act. This was all for me. He was getting to know my body. It just so happened Calon Ridge used his mouth to navigate.
    “Don’t stop.” I growled out the words and hung my head backwards and drew in a deep breath. There was no way I was laying down again. I needed to watch what he was about to do. I had no idea how a guy goes below a girl’s waist without taking it any further than kissing. How do you—
    A deep groan interrupted my thoughts. “Becks, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He pressed my legs open again and bent forward. His breath heated my already hot center. He maneuvered one of my legs farther than the other and shifted so his body was almost perpendicular to mine. His face moved closer to me, and he tilted his head a bit. He breathed in a deep breath then placed his lips on the ones he hadn’t kissed yet. Long, soft, caresses. He kissed me there like it was my mouth but again without his tongue. It was like true a first kiss all over again, complete with that anticipation of the guy slipping you the tongue and being unsure if he was going to. Each peck brought me closer and closer to coming without him doing anything more than lightly touching me with his lips. Just then, his mouth pressed against me with just enough pressure to enflame me. I could feel the roll of the tension growing like a wave about to crash.
    He left that spot and kissed the insides of both my thighs, one at a time. He continued down from my knees to my ankles then stood at the end of the bed and kissed the tops of my feet and each toe one at a time.
    “Mmmmm. Becks.” He lifted his eyes to mine, climbed up the bed, bringing the sheet along with him. He lay on his side next to me and covered us both up. “Thank you for trusting me. I just wanted to kiss you.”

 
     
    I WASN’T SURE I was digging the vibe I got from the guys of Smiling Turkeys. We probably should’ve met them prior to signing on to the tour, but we were so stoked about getting the opportunity to open for them, we just sort of pounced.
    Becki had warned us against jumping into something too quickly, because we’d been screwed over so many times and lost big gigs and possible contracts before. But, we just wanted to sign on that line and live it.
    One of the band members of Smiling Turkeys called mid-week to tell us they added a date to their tour and we needed to be ready by Friday to follow them out to some night club on the outskirts of town for some secret celebrity birthday. They were all hush-hush about who the celebrity was, like they couldn’t trust us with the information. Dicks.
    We sat in their studio for an hour past what was