Page 105 of He's The Reason Why

“Ready to roll,” Blake replied. It sounded like a phrase they used a lot.

Blake held open the door for Piper and gestured. “After you, Princess.”

It wasn’t an overly big car, which meant Lee filled the front all by himself, and she and Blake could get a little cozy in the back seat without it looking obvious. She put her hand on his upper thigh, and every now and then let her fingers drift into regions that made him clear his throat and twitch.

Served him right.

“Good show?” Lee asked.

“Very,” Blake said. “Maybe I can do it again some time.”

“I’m sure you can.” Piper raised her eyebrow to indicate he better damn well finish what he started.

Lee glanced in the rear-view mirror at them. “Behave yourselves back there. I just had it detailed.”

“Well he’s no fun,” Piper murmured.

Blake put his hand on top of hers, trapping her fingers in interesting places. He chuckled, a low, evil sound that sent a thrill right up her spine.

Damn the man.

“You’re enjoying this,” she hissed at him.

“Yes, I am.” He squeezed her hand, then let go to let his fingers do a little wandering of their own.

He touched a bundle of nerves that were still particularly sensitive, and she made a little squeak sound.

Lee rolled his eyes and sighed.

By the time Lee dropped them off at Blake’s, she was so ready for action she had her shirt off before she made it through the front door. She shucked her jeans while Blake shut it behind her.

He was on her in seconds, his hands and lips everywhere. All pretense was gone as they tried to relieve pent-up tension.

Her fresh undies didn’t survive past the hallway.

Blake’s shirt and pants hit the floor, and she finally got to run her hands over his chest. The muscles flexed everywhere she touched, and his hands dug into her back even harder when she squeezed.

“My God, you feel good.”

He pulled her so close it was hard to breathe. “You feel better.”

“Enough foreplay.” She nipped at his lower lip. “Lose the briefs. I’m done being the only naked one.”

This time, they didn’t make it to the bedroom. Thankfully, his living room had a very comfortable couch.

Blake was gone when Piper woke up. She vaguely remembered a phone buzzing, so he’d probably had to take a call. She burrowed under the covers on Blake’s king-sized bed with a sigh of pleasure. For a single man, he had excellent taste in bed linens. The sheets were luxuriously soft against her bare skin, the cover was fluffy and cozy, and the entire bed smelled like lavender and the spicy musk of Blake’s cologne.

She thought about the night before and smiled to herself. The concert had been one of the best she’d ever given. Blake had added a spark she’d been missing for a long, long time.

She’d loved sharing the stage with him. He’d looked at her like the crowd didn’t even exist. He’d waited for her to take the lead, and he didn’t fight for the spotlight.

She’d taken more chances during that performance because she hadn’t been alone. She’d moved more, put more of herself into the songs. That scar she’d been carrying around on her heart didn’t poke at her as much because Blake had been there beside her, sharing the moment with her.

Then, after, when she was high on show endorphins and filled with electricity from the crowd, he’d made her the center of his undivided attention. She’d felt wanted, and special, and beautiful. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling.

He was a drug, and now she was addicted. She wanted to do that, all of it, again and again. She wantedhim.

That wasn’t good. A fun night here and there was fine, but their project was over. Where did that leave them? Was she going to go back to social media and arena shows by herself?

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