Free Smart, Sexy and Secretive by Tammy Falkner

music,”
I confess. “There’s nothing I would like more than to hear you
play. I want to experience everything that makes you happy.” I
shake my head. I don’t usually feel left out of anything, but I do
now.
    She sets her guitar on the floor.
“Thanks for hanging onto my guitar for me,” she says, leaning
toward me. She gets up on her hands and knees and crawls
over.
    “ Why did you leave it?” I
ask as she rolls herself into my arms.
    “ I knew I’d be back. I just
didn’t know when,” she says. “I wanted to be sure you knew,
too.”
    “ I knew. The minute you made
your big announcement on TV, I knew.” When she went back home,
there was a press conference and everything. She announced that she
would be coming back to New York. Back to me.
    I slide my hand under her shirt to rest
on her waist, and I draw little circles above her panties. I lift
her arm and kiss my way up her tattoo that has my name in it. “The
tattoo helped.”
    “ You can thank Paul for
that,” she says, giggling as I tickle her lightly across her
stomach. I slide my hand into the edge of her panties, and she
stills in my arms. “This okay?” I ask.
    She nods, drawing her lower lip between
her teeth. “You want to try out one of those cherry-flavored
condoms?” she asks.
    “ I don’t particularly care
if my junk smells like pie,” I say. She laughs.
    I hook my fingers in the sides of her
panties and pull them down her legs slowly. Her exhale brushes
against my forehead as she lets out a deep breath. She kicks her
feet when I get to her ankles, and her panties go
flying.
    I inch her shirt up her belly, placing
quick kisses to all the skin I uncover. Her belly quivers when I
lick the underside of her breast. With a quick jerk, she reaches
down and pulls the shirt over her head. She’s naked. Completely,
delightfully, wonderfully naked.
    “ Damn, that’s pretty,” I
say. She giggles, and her stomach ripples.
    I’ve been with a lot of women, but I’ve
never been with one who works so hard to communicate with me. She
knows I can’t hear her cries or moans or even startled gasps, but I
never feel disconnected from her.
    “ Do you want me to use a
condom?” I ask, lifting my lips from hers long enough to watch her
face.
    She shakes her head.
    “ You sure?”
    Her eyes meet mine. “If you need one,
I’m fine with that. But don’t do it for me.”
    I grin. Thank God. I’ve never felt this
way before, and I don’t care to have anything between
us.
    Emily shoves my shoulder, rolls me onto
my back, and climbs up to straddle me, her legs spread on top of
me. It seems like hours later that we’re both satisfied, and I
don’t want to withdraw from her.
    I still on top of her and start to roll
to the side, but her arms wrap around me and hold me close. I rest
on my elbows, so fucking spent that I can barely move. I lean more
heavily onto her and brush her hair back from her face. She’s
sweaty and beautiful and mine.
    She complains when I move, trying to
clutch me closer to her, but I just need to pull the covers back.
Then I move her up to the head of the bed and slide in beside her.
I cover us both and wrap my arms around her. She reaches over and
turns off the lamp. I have a night-light on so that we can have
pillow talk, and she doesn’t seem to mind it. She’s facing me so I
can see her lips.
    “ Should we talk about the
condom thing?” I ask.
    She blinks those pretty brown eyes at
me. “I’m on the pill. I think we’re okay.”
    I kiss her shoulder. “And if we’re
not?”
    “ Then we still will be.” She
grins at me.
    Yes, we will be.
     

 
    Emily
     
    I wake Logan by placing quick kisses
across his naked chest. He sleeps like the dead, since he can’t
hear. Nothing usually wakes him, but apparently this does. The
sheet tents quickly, prompted by the length of his manhood, even
before his eyes blink open.
    His arm wraps around my naked back, and
his blue eyes meet mine. “Morning,” he says, looking