Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, Logan couldn’t see me last night, because the band was polishing up the new song he wanted me to hear tonight.
Kat was wearing a tight blue dress, dipped low, clinging to every inch of her body, down to her mid-thighs. Her stiletto heels lengthened her already long legs, and she had on a silver anklet made up of loops of interlocking circles.
I wore a new dress I’d purchased yesterday after work, and it had been a long process considering Kat had been with me. I must have tried on at least forty dresses before we settled on one. It was white, not stark white, but more of an eggshell and was just as delicate with how tight it was. A classy, sexy look, Kat called it. Parts of it were lace and others silk with a plunging neckline, embracing my body right to mid-thigh.
“Man, he is going to fuck up his lines when he sees you in that,” Kat said as I slipped on my heels—also new. “I can’t wait to see his face. And make sure he sees your ass.”
I laughed. I felt kind of sexy. Most of the time I was in jeans, and this was the nicest piece of clothing I owned. I saved my money for the horses, not clothes or girly stuff.
“I’m just excited to finally hear the band. He talks about them all the time, and I’ve only met Kite, the drummer.” I had yet to mention that Sculpt wanted me to go with them on tour. I didn’t think there was any point when I’d decided it wasn’t going to happen.
“Matt says they’re going to make it big. And by the looks of your boyfriend alone . . . Yeah, they’re making it.” Kat tugged my hand. “Come on. Let’s cause some hard-ons.”
There was only one man I’d like to cause a hard-on, and there would be no touching him until later tonight.
When we arrived, Torn had yet to take the stage. I was nervous about seeing Sculpt, and my limbs felt like warm pudding. I wasn’t sure if the light-headedness was from the two shots Kat and I did before we left the house or my nerves. I was a little scared . . . okay terrified of seeing him and close to saying screw college, Kat, and Matt.
Kat snagged a couple drinks from Brett the bartender, then we moved through the crowd to a spot near the stage. “It’s packed. Wow, Torn draws a lot of people.” Kat winked. “Sculpt’s one hot piece of ass, and he’s all yours, Eme.”
I chugged back my beer, quenching my dry mouth. I kept looking around, wondering if I’d get the chance to see him before he went on stage. We’d only texted a few times yesterday, because he was busy with the band, but he never forgot to send me a text before bed. I couldn’t sleep anymore without it, Logan’s good night—dream sweet, Emily.
My cell vibrated.
You good, Mouse?
I smiled, and the tension eased from my shoulders. I could picture him with his hand on the back of my neck, fingers wrapped in my hair as he looked down at me.
Yeah. Waiting impatiently to hear you sing like the rest of your fans.
I hesitated for a second, afraid of being vulnerable, but then decided if I couldn’t let him know now, then he would never know before he left. I typed and sent the next message, before I could talk myself out of it.
I think I like you too much. And I missed seeing you yesterday. I think I’m addicted to you.
There was a long pause, and I wanted to kick myself for telling him I missed him and was addicted to him. I mean, what guy wanted to hear that? I was still cautious about keeping my feelings contained, afraid if he knew how hard I’d fallen he’d be bumping up his tour date. I started to get nervous when he didn’t respond, and I kept my eyes glued to my dark screen.
Suddenly, it lit up.
Look up.
I stared at the screen for a second then looked up.
He was standing there, a few feet away, his hands shoved in his front pockets of his jeans, hair falling across his left eye. He wore a simple white T-shirt which accentuated his tattoos down his left arm.
My breath hitched as he stared at me, and everything inside me went fragile as I realized that I’d already fallen—hard.
I stood.
Then I walked toward him. My heart soared when I saw his eyes widen at the sight of my dress. He took me in from head to toe, and the inferno in his eyes could’ve set an entire city on fire. And it was because of me. I did that to him.
I stopped inches away.
He reached out and caressed the side of my face. “Eme.”
I was breathless, and my knees weakened. I so had to make certain I was sitting when he sang. His other hand rested on my hip, and he slowly stroked up to my waist and back down.
“You take my breath away.” He tilted his head and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, “I missed you too, baby. I want you coming with us. Some guy wanting in your pants, and I’m hundreds of miles away . . . I don’t like it, Eme.”
“Sculpt, I’m capable of keeping a guy off me. Remember, you taught me the moves. I’m good at it now.”
His palm cupped my chin, and he raised my head. “Yeah, you’re good.” Then he gave me sweet, and I melted into his sweet as he kissed my lips, slow and lingering, like he was making love to me right there in front of everyone.
“The new song tonight, it’s for you, Eme.” When his lips lowered onto mine it was like all indecision was taken away. There was softness in him, the way he cradled me, how his eyes never faltered when he looked at me.
When I breathed in, it was him I inhaled. I was completely in love with him, and he was leaving in five days.