Bittersweet Symphony (The Damaged Souls series Book 2) by Belinda Boring

waist. She was a perfect fit. It was tempting to never let her go.
    “Sorry, I’m late,” Caylee answered softly. I caught a glimpse of how tired she was. My girl needed some serious pampering. “I lost track of time in the library.”
    “Hey, better late than never.” Bending forward, I kissed her eyelids, savoring the way her mouth puckered in a contented sigh.
    She leaned in closer. “Mmmmm, that feels good.”
    I accepted it as the unspoken challenge it was. Cradling her gorgeous face between my hands, I brushed my lips over hers lightly, like a feather. Just the faintest of touches that hinted with the right spark, it could ignite the fire always burning between us.
    Her hands fisted the front of my shirt, wrinkling the fabric, but that was the least of my worries. My entire focus was set on wiping away her exhaustion and showing her how much I’d missed her. Hell, the only thing stopping me from throwing Caylee over my shoulder so we could retreat to somewhere a lot more private was the fact this was my parent’s home—where me and my brother grew up. While the thought rekindled plenty of my teenage fantasies, it didn’t eradicate the line I’d be crossing.
    Call me weird, but it didn’t seem respectful.
    Plus, there was the awkward niggle in the back of my mind that liked to torture me with the idea that being home alone; my parents had probably had sex in every room.
    I shuddered—momentarily distracted.
    Way to go, Cooper, I mentally chided. Now’s not the time to let your mind wander.
    “You okay?” Caylee asked, sensing something had changed.
    “Nothing that kissing you can’t fix,” I replied smoothly, dipping forward again to capture her mouth. This time the only thought racing through my head was how incredible she tasted.
    I couldn’t get enough.
    She was everything.
    Somewhere I heard the strumming of a guitar, the tapping on a drum, but as Caylee’s tongue pushed past my lips, gently stroking mine, the only sound that remained was the heavy thudding of my heart. This was how it was like every single time. Gripping her face tighter, holding on for dear life, I return her enthusiasm with my own.
    In the end, I didn’t know who groaned louder—Marty or me. Of course, the asshole had a comment for everything.
    I just didn’t give a shit.
    “Mmmmm, I like hello’s like that.”
    “It’s been so long my memory’s a little foggy.”
    There was no hesitation. “It’s been two thousand one hundred and sixty minutes . . . give or take a few hundred.”
    “Like I said . . . forever.” The sexy purr in Caylee’s voice was almost my undoing. “And don’t think I didn’t notice how adorable you were counting the minutes.”
    I’d revealed my inner dork and she liked it. “So what you’re saying is you need a reminder?”
    Lifting up on her tiptoes, she captured my bottom lip between her teeth gently, nipping before letting go. “Maybe a few. Just to be sure.”
    In the background I barely heard Aidan mumble to Troy. “And that, my friend, is why I’d take what they have over playing the field any day.”
     

 
    Chapter Eight
    Caylee
     
    He was turning me inside out and upside down. If this was how he kissed me after spending a day apart, we needed to do it more often.
    Not that I enjoyed the separation. After looking at my phone forlornly, picking it up to see if he’d texted or called for the millionth time, I’d deemed myself a hopeless case and hid the device. What I couldn’t see wouldn’t constantly distract me.
    I’d let that idea fool me for a few hours before I caved. But that was yesterday’s history. Everything was right in my world—I had a great scholarship coming my way, incredible friends, and a sexy-as-hell boyfriend.
    My ducks were in order, or as Rebecca liked to say . . . something much dirtier that rhymed with ducks. She thought sex made everything better.
    She was right.
    Scratch that, sex with Cooper made everything better, and after the good news