Page 92 of Rock Chick Rescue

I’d never seen him looking like that.

He was a cool, badass guy when awake, always exuding a certain somewhat dangerous magnetic energy. In sleep, he was somehow even more hot, more attractive, more magnetic and definitely more dangerous.

It totally freaked me out and I had thought I was already totally freaked out.

I started to move away. His arm tightened and he rolled into me and half on me. His head came up, his eyes opened and he looked at me.

“Hey,” I said, for lack of anything else to say.

His eyes were sleepy but his lips formed a half smile.

He didn’t answer my “hey.” Instead, his hand came up and he ran his fingers through the hair at my temple, his eyes watching his hand move through my hair. Then it curled and his knuckles ran along my jaw.

“Payback time,” he murmured, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb running along my bottom lip, his eyes still watching his movements.

“Pardon?” I asked, out of my freakout and firmly established in an Eddie Daze.

His face disappeared into my neck.

“Yesterday, I took care of you. Today, we both get what we want,” he said against my ear.

Then he pressed his hips against me and I knew exactly what it washewanted because I felt it against my leg.

My heart skipped a couple of times and stuttered to a halt.

I felt his tongue touch below my ear and I shivered.

Okay, well, whatever. So, I was going to sleep with Eddie. So, he’d probably break my heart. Worse things had happened to me, right?

I ran my hands up his back, hooked my leg around his thigh and turned my head to give him more access to my neck.

Then I saw the time on my alarm clock and froze.

“Holy shit!” I cried.

I tried to knife up but Eddie’s weight was on me, so instead I hit my forehead against his jaw as he’d felt me tense and lifted his head to look at me.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, looking down. “What’s the matter?”

“Have you heard Mom come back?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Get off, get off, getoffgetoffgetoff,” I demanded pushing at him.

“Jet,” Eddie took my hands by the wrists and pulled them over my head, “calm down.”

“I can’t calm down! It’s eleven o’clock. Mom left hours ago. What if something happened? Where’s my cell?” I was looking wildly around.

“It’s on the nightstand. Jet, relax. She’s a big girl. She’ll call if anything happened.”

I glared at him. “I have to get to the bank, the store, call the fucking mechanic and find out what’s wrong with my fucking car. I can’t sleep in on a fucking Saturday likenormalpeople! I’ve got things to do!”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t an F-word moment, as such. But I’d almost allowed the Eddie Daze to destroy my life. I was in a super-double-extra freakout.

He grinned. “I thought youwerenormal people, just your average, everyday…”

I would probably regret it, but I growled.

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