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Eyebrow quirked, I follow Lowell out the door, and my blood instantly pumps at an alarming rate when I lay eyes on her silhouette.
She faces the dark stage, leaning her weight into her left hip, and the outline of her feminine shape makes my mouth water.
“Pumpkin?” I rasp.
As she turns to face me, her wavy brown hair flutters over one shoulder, and a curious twinkle I haven’t seen before shines in her eyes as they meet mine. Each step she takes toward me is confident and very unlike the skittish way she skirts around me at the apartment.
Feet planted in place, I nod to Lowell to signal that I do know her, although this is not the same roommate I left in the kitchen this morning.
I still can’t believe she took my hint and came back here at all.
She stops a few inches from me. If she would’ve come any closer, she’d feel the tip of my very hard cock against her stomach, but as I study her, I don’t think she’d mind.
A dark shadow of desire consumes those innocent eyes, and I’d love nothing more than to sink into her, slow and smooth.
“Good show,” she offers, her chest rising and falling like the waves of an ocean.
“Just good?”
She drops both hands to her hips and bites her lip. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Depends on what it is.” I take one step toward her until we’re sharing the same breath.
“Your new band might be as good as Fusion Bounds.”
I work my jaw back and forth.
“Which works out for me since they were my favorite band.”
It’s almost embarrassing how fucking happy her admission makes me. I’d suspected as much to be true this morning, but it’s different hearing her say it out loud.
Especially when she looks good enough to eat. Fucking hell, her curvy body is just begging to be worshipped.
I use my thumb to toy with my bottom lip, which gets her undivided attention. “Did you really come back here to compliment me on the show, or did you want… something else?”
Her eyelids flutter, and I bet if I touch her skin right now, it’d be blazing hot like she has a fever.
I’ve seen this look on many before—she’s turned on.
But the difference between her and the women in my past is that she’s too good for me. Too pure and real. Pia isn’t the kind of woman to spend one night with and move on.
Why does the idea of a repeat with her sound so damn good?
My hungry gaze follows the bobbing of her throat as she swallows, and my body hardens further when she rises onto her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
“Something else,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“It’s probably a bad idea.”
She lifts one shoulder in an indifferent shrug. “Maybe I want to be a little bad.”
I trace my finger along her forearm, awareness dancing along my skin as I realize we’re alone.
But not alone enough.
Heart thundering with echoes of desire in my head, I take her hand in my wolfish grip and tug her toward the green room. I throw the door open and bark, “Everyone out.”
“What the fuck, man?” Boone pounds on his chest and clears his throat with a scratchy sound—it seems I interrupted his snacking and made him nearly choke.
