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“Alex dragged Reggie to the skate park to watch Willie,” Luke says, his hands sliding over her hips as his bike lays abandoned behind him on the driveway. “Where are your dad and Carlos?”
“They’re at a baseball tournament,” Julie says, as her back hits the garage door, the handle digging uncomfortably into her hip. She mumbles the words against his mouth as one of Luke’s hands slides from her waist and fumbles for the handle.
“Tournaments last all day, yeah?”
“All weekend,” she corrects when he spins them around and yanks at the door handle, stumbling back into the studio and taking her with him.
She steadies herself by gripping his arms and the muscles flexing against her palms sends a sharp shiver through her.
“All weekend,” he says, eyebrows rising suggestively. Julie feels her cheeks warm and she bites her lip as he leans down, his mouth ghosting over her ear. “No interruptions.”
Julie looks him in the eye, darker green in the low light, blending with the black of his pupils. “Finally,” she starts, her hands trailing up to the nape of his neck, “just,” she pushes up onto her toes. “us,” she finishes and presses her mouth to his, in complete control for all of a half second before his arms wind around her and haul her up against him, deepening the kiss as their bodies collide.
He nudges her forward with his hips and her feet inch blindly as they move together, both of them already knowing their destination.
“Shit,” he mumbles against her mouth as his foot bangs into Reggie’s amp and he has to pull her into his chest to keep them both from falling to the cement floor. Julie giggles, holding him closer and then her breath catches when his lips don’t return to hers, but instead finds her pulse point, his teeth gently scratching there before he soothes it with a flicker of his tongue.
She grips the cotton of his shirt, pulling him with her as she moves backwards and then groans when the small of her back hits the edge of the piano, bringing his mouth into even firmer contact with her neck.
He trips sideways, pulling away before leaning in again for a searing kiss, open and firm against hers and when his tongue traces hers, she feels like she should maybe be embarrassed at the high, keening sound that escapes her throat, muffled only because it disappears into his mouth.
Her calves bump into the arm of the couch as he pulls away, blinking at her, his forehead falls down to hers. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he rasps before he gently takes her bottom lip between his and then pressing forward into her she stumbles backward, her knees over the arm of the couch as she falls onto the ancient black leather and opens her eyes just in time to see him grinning down at her, his hair a wild mess from whatever her hands just did to it, his lips swollen from her kisses and his eyes bright, chest rising and falling like they just got off stage.
He quirks an eyebrow at her and she smiles, knowing he’s asking for permission.
“Get down here,” she says, reaching for him, as he crawls over the arm of the couch and braces himself over her, his weight half on the couch, half pressing her down into the cushions
She loves it.
“Kiss me,” she breathes as his fingers trace down from her temple to the curve of her jaw.
And he does.