Page 37 of My Song for You
He spread his legs and patted the spot between them. This time I did hesitate. The nerves in my feet weren’t the only ones that had come alive. The nerves between my legs had ventured closer to happy land. Who knew what would happen if his magic fingers touched any more of me?
“I don’t bite,” he pointed out.
“Nice to know.” With a deep breath, which failed to do what I had aimed for, I moved between his legs.
His hands kneaded my shoulder muscles. I winced at his touch, but then let myself go as he continued working on them, releasing all the knots. The man was magic when it came to his hands.
I moaned. I couldn’t help it.
Jared’s hands stilled for a second. “You okay?”
“Oh, definitely.” My voice came out low and husky. Nowthatwas unexpected.
Working with a game plan different from the one my brain had agreed to, my head moved to the side, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes.
Lips, warm and soft, hovered over the exposed skin, teasing me. I leaned back against his hard chest. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had touched me this way. It felt good, better than I remembered.
His hands drifted up along my ribs, lightly tracing them. A shiver ran though me. I was dreaming this. I was so tired from work, I must have fallen asleep on the couch. Now I was dreaming that Jared was touching me in the way I longed for.
His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs brushed against my nipples. My very happy, perky nipples. I groaned.
Best. Dream. Ever.
The lips moved to the shell of my ear. The tip of a tongue trailed along the outside. My panties grew damp with want.
My eyes still closed, I turned my head to taste those lips. Sadly, they were just part of my active imagination, but that was okay. A girl couldn’t be too fussy.
The kiss was a brief touch of the lips. Nothing more than a tease. Against my wishes, my eyes opened a crack.
Then they snapped open fully.
I scrambled off the couch, but in my haste to escape Jared—the real Jared, not the dream Jared—I tripped over his leg and landed on my ass. Nice.
“Sorry,” I croaked, “I thought you were someone else.” Jared was the guitarist of a popular band who spent a lot of their time touring. He didn’t have room in his life for a girlfriend, especially one with a child. Which meant this was about him getting laid—like I was nothing more than another of his groupies.
That thought was a bucket of icy water between the legs.
He frowned. “Who the hell did you think I was? Logan’s father?”
I laughed, the sound bitter. At least he had no idea how he had nailed the truth square on its nose. “Of course not. I’m…tired.” My butt smarted from the impromptu landing, slightly eclipsing the smarting of my pride at his reaction. “But you have to agree that what just happened was a mistake, right?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re right. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
At his cold tone, my heart tore into several pieces. But that was okay. There was only room in it for one person anyway. At least that was what I kept telling myself.
I mentally straightened theNO VACANCYsign on my heart and walked Jared to the front door. “Thanks for helping me today.” I gave him a bright smile even though I felt anything but happy. “Miserable” was a better word for it. “It meant everything to me when you brought him to the diner. I miss him a lot when I’m working, and…Well, thank you.”
He returned my smile, but it seemed as forced as mine felt. “You’re welcome.”
Everything between us had suddenly shifted, and if I could have rewound time to get a redo, I would’ve jumped at the chance. Only this time my body wouldn’t have experienced his touch. My lips wouldn’t have experienced his kiss.
And I wouldn’t have been left craving more—a more I’d never get to have.
Chapter 15
Jared
But you have to agree that what just happened was a mistake, right?Callie’s words repeated in my head as I drove away. I’d lied when I had agreed that the kiss was a mistake.
