Page 3 of I'm Your Baby Tonight

The heat in his voice has me leaning back in his arms. "It's kind of nice." I turn in his arms and look at his face to see if he's as affected by our close quarters as I am. The heat in his eyes matches the heat of his voice, causing my body to tremble.

"Are you cold?" He wraps his arms around me, still managing to keep the crowd from pushing us into the stage.

"I'm better now." I smile and turn back to the stage just as Billy Joel opens the concert with Piano Man.

I begin to sway to the song—my back gently rubbing against his hard cock. It's kind of a dick move on my part since he's just trying to be nice and protect me from the crush of the audience all wanting to get closer to their idol. But I don't care—I want Mike.

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Mike

I've never been so thankful to see a concert end. If I had to feel Erica rubbing against me a minute longer, I would have lost it.

Who knew Billy Joel had so many slow songs you could sway your body to? Hell, even the fast songs caused Erica to rub her back against my cock.

"I had a really nice time tonight," she says, playing with the end of one of her braids. She looks at me with her big brown eyes.

We've been standing in the parking lot making small talk while the cars have filed out until only our two cars left. I told my friends I would meet them back at the hotel in case Erica wanted more from tonight than just to see Billy Joel.

It takes everything I have not to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my hotel room and ravage her, but thanks to Doug and forgetting to reserve each of us a hotel room, we had to double up.

That's the last time I let Doug be in charge of anything. I could be spending the night back at the hotel alone with Erica instead of standing in a parking lot at eleven o'clock at night.

"I should get back to the hotel. I'm not sure what time we plan to leave in the morning." I place my hand in the middle of her back and guide her to her car.

"Thanks again. I'm a big fan of Billy Joel's. You made one of my dreams come true."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. He's an amazing artist—one I wouldn't mind seeing again."

We stop in front of her car, and the air crackles between us, neither of us wanting this night to end. I try to think of any reason to make this night last longer when she beats me to it.

"Do you want to come back to my place?"

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Erica

"Do you want to come back to my place?" I can't believe I asked a virtual stranger back to my apartment. I wait for my brain cells to kick in and tell me this is a very bad idea, but the only thing I feel is a bond with Mike I can't explain.

"If you're sure." He hesitates, and I can't help wondering if he thinks I'm going to change my mind or if he is going to change his.

"I'm positive." I give him a reassuring smile. "Hop in." I motion for him to go to the passenger side.

The drive to my apartment doesn't take long, but suddenly, I'm feeling a little bashful at inviting him, a virtual stranger, to my home.

I busy myself flipping through the mail that my roommate Carrol left on the side table by the front door. My hand stills when it lands on a letter from the nursing board.

"Must be something important if it caused you to freeze like that."

Mike's teasing tone pulls me out of the trance of staring at the letter that holds my future, "It's my test results from the nursing boards." I choke down the butterflies, threatening to explode out of my stomach.

"Aren't you dying to see if you passed or not?"

"What if I didn't pass? I don't want to spoil tonight." I bite my lower lip, caught between wanting to know if I passed and wanting to enjoy the magic of tonight a little longer.

As if sensing my apprehension, Mike says, "How about this? If you open the letter and didn't pass, we can hang out on your couch and eat ice cream all night."

"And if I passed?" I raise a curious eyebrow, wondering exactly what he has planned.

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