Free Encore (Stereo Hearts Book 2) by Trevion Burns Page B

stepped back.
    Aria’s lashes fell shut.
    When he was a good foot away, she found it safe to push away from the wall, laughing softly, smiling at him from under her eyelashes.
    Yoshi gave her the side of his body, his square profile, just in time for her to see his jaw go tight.
    She swallowed, straightening her clothes. “Okay. So….”
    Yoshi faced her and took the waistband of her sweatpants in a fist, yanking her forward. He caught the gasp on her lips in a kiss, before it had a chance to meet the heated air between them. He drank in her gasp, taking it inside his body as he spread his lips softly over hers, sucking her bottom lip between his own. His arms snaked around her waist and he brought her to her toes, their bodies flush, his heat, pushing into her belly, more apparent than ever.
    Aria was the first to break the kiss, cupping either side of his face and pressing her forehead to his. She didn’t even have a second to take in a breath before he was on her again, that time taking her top lip with a moan. She returned the favor, tugging his bottom lip between hers, taking her time savoring it before she pulled back and teased it with the tip of her tongue. The soft invitation was all he needed, spreading his mouth wide over hers and giving her his weight, forcing her backward until they slammed into the wall.
    Aria jolted at the sudden impact of his warm mouth, his insistent tongue, and his soothing touch, his wandering hands lighting fire in her and cooling her down all at once. Her fingers clawed the back of his neck, and his clawed in return, taking as much of her hot flesh under his hold as he could, tightening at each new destination. When he reached the beginning swell of her ass, his breathing picked up as he fought for control.
    His fight not to manhandle her re-manifested itself in his kiss; he tilted his head and went in hard, deep, taking control until she whimpered and gave herself completely, allowing him to take the reins.
    He groaned as their tongues dueled, sliding his hands up her back and under her armpits, brushing the curve of her breasts with his thumbs.
    Soon, the room was filled with only the music of their lips and tongues, the harsh whirl of their strangled breathing, and the sweltering heat of their embrace.
    The jagged edge of the safety pin holding his bracelet together pricked her cheek when he buried his hand in her hair, looking for more leverage, but she barely felt it. He licked her bottom lip and then trapped it between his teeth, releasing a breathy laugh as he pulled back just enough to brush the tips of their noses.
    “You’re coming with me,” he breathed.
    Aria’s gaze rose and claimed his. Searching his eyes, digging her nails into the back of his neck, her lips parted for more of the embrace she was still entrenched in, an embrace she somehow already missed.
    “We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered.
    He took her lips again, in a kiss that didn’t ask and wasn’t sorry.
    When he pulled back that time, their glistening lips smacking in his departure, his gaze grew serious in hers. “I’m keeping you.”
    She heaved out each breath, unknowingly clawing her nails down his vest, trying to catch her breath. Finally, she managed a choked, strangled, “I’m keeping you.”
    And then their lips met again. The shockwave that flashed through her body brought her back to her toes, so high she felt like she was flying.

5
     
    Sunlight beamed through the skylight in the vaulted ceilings, shining off the marble floors of the expansive lobby at Sony Music Los Angeles. Picture frames covered the walls in varying shapes and sizes, each housing a different musical artist represented by the label. Aria’s eye had zeroed in on the photo of Whitney Houston, right above the welcome desk, where the receptionist who’d signed them in was busy accepting calls from a phone that never seemed to stop ringing.
    Aria drank in the photo. Whitney had a beaming smile, clutching a microphone