Page 201 of Rock Me All Night
I press my lips together. My heartbeat picks up. That flutter builds below my bellybutton. Drew's shoulders are broad. His chest is strong.
My breath picks up. The guitar strap isn't doing enough. It should pull his shirt all the way to his belly button.
The door opens and everyone's attention turns to it. Thank God. Miles is here. His hair and clothes are messy like he just got out of bed. More likely, he just got out of Meg.
"About time." Tom huffs. "Where's your girl?"
"Recovering from last night. She needs to catch up on sleep after—"
"You're late." Tom glares.
Miles glances at the clock—ten minutes after noon—and he shoots Tom a sarcastically sweet wave.
Miles nods hello to me. "Nice to see you, Kara. These guys giving you trouble?"
"I'm fine, thanks," I say. "I should really get back to reading. Thanks for inviting me to practice."
Tom motions to Miles. Miles moves close enough for Tom to whisper something. Both the guys laugh.
They look straight at me.
Miles turns to Drew with a smug look in his eyes. "What happened to living alone?"
"Helping out a friend," Drew says. His voice is impossibly even.
I nod to my book like I'm just so done with this conversation.
The guys banter for another ten minutes. Mostly, I stare at my book. The wordshousewarming party after practiceare thrown around half a dozen times before Drew finally agrees.
Someone dims the lights. I set my book back in my lap and turn all of my attention to Drew. It's dark enough that he can't make out my expression, the way my gaze travels over his body, the way my tongue slides over my lips, the way my fingers dig into the fabric of my jeans.
The flutter builds to my belly and thighs. I get lost in Drew's playing—the intense expression in his eyes, the delicate curves of his lips, the hard lines of his shoulders, the finesse of his hands.
It's magic.
