She shifted sideways so she could gaze at his magnificent form. His body was flawless and unsullied – pristine – which she found refreshing in the current trend of overly-inked flesh. She’d seen him in swim trunks, briefly, but seeing him up close was breathtaking, and her eyes settled on his chest. Fine blond hair, barely visible, covered his tanned pecs. She reached out and stroked them lightly. He responded by letting out a deep breath. When she looked up and met his eyes, his gaze made her hold her breath. So much passion exuded from this man. Everything he did was filled with extreme intensity, from his mind-numbing talent on the guitar to the way he looked at her. He made her feel like she was the only girl in the world with one gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
And she believed him, because this man spoke only truths. He never said what people wanted to hear or what was expected. He spoke his mind. His confidence, which sometimes bordered on arrogance, is what turned her on the most.
His kiss commanded that she submit, and she obeyed because she was powerless against his touch. She let him take control as he gyrated against her. His hand ran across her breast and clutched it with possession while his lips found the soft spot on her neck that made her quiver. Never had she known someone who stirred so many vast emotions inside of her. From annoyance and frustration to lust and desire, he consumed her.
He reached for his jeans, pulled his wallet free from his pocket, and found a condom. He quickly covered himself and pushed inside her with one take-charge thrust, then hiked her leg over his hip with authority.
A loud gasp escaped her, and she arched her back as he filled her. She felt his passion in the confident way he undulated his hips up and down. His movements were perfectly timed as if he had a built in metronome guiding every thrust. He made love with precision. Every stroke of his hand, every movement inside of her, was delivered with the sole intention of bringing her pleasure. Had she expected anything less from a man who demanded excellence? From a man who, himself, was without flaw?
Hot breath blew down on her as she gazed up at his golden tresses which fell toward her face like a curtain of blond silk. His thick pale lashes played peek-a-boo with his smoldering blue irises like the sky peeking through the clouds. This man was beautiful. An Adonis. It was no wonder he walked around with an air of confidence surrounding him. He had it all.
His mouth suddenly came down on hers and pinned her to the couch while his hips gained new momentum. He moved in and out of her with strong purposeful thrusts, sending her deeper into a realm of bliss. Her body tingled while shockwaves multiplied inside of her. He knew when to speed up and when to slow down. He knew what her body would respond to, before she knew it herself. There was no need to compete for control. He took the reins, and she gladly let him.
Her breath came in short, deep gasps as sensations soared through her. Her body shook, she threw her head back, and she climaxed while every cell inside of her hummed and vibrated. “Lucas,” she sighed.
He opened his eyes but they were covered in a lusty haze, his lids hooded. His lips parted while breath puffed in and out of his lungs. He pressed his hips forward and his irises disappeared for a few brief seconds before his body became void of strength and he fell on top of her.
Lucas took a moment to catch his breath and wiped the sweat that dripped from his brow. He had no idea what the hell just happened. One minute he was so angry he could scream, the next he wanted to feel her body next to his. And she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She was a wild woman, as passionate as she was stubborn. Underneath all that attitude and defiance laid a mountain of passion. He finally realized that the anger and frustration brewing between them had only been a mask for desire. Their arguing and disagreements had been triggered by their suppressed feelings for one another. It had built and grown until it exploded. That’s why she had gotten under his skin so fiercely and why every one of her remarks drove him crazy. As he rolled into the space between Sindy and the back of the couch, he imagined what was going through her head. It could be one of two things: either it was just angry sex and a one-time thing, or it was something more. Before he could say anything, before he could look at her, he needed to figure out where he stood in this mixed-up situation. The answer came easy. He wanted her. He turned his head in her direction, ready to tell her how much he cared.
“Don’t say a word,” she blurted out. “This should never have happened. But it did. So let’s just forget about it and move on.”
Lucas’ chest deflated like a balloon suddenly empty. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said it’s not going to happen again.”
“You have feelings for me, Sindy. Don’t try to deny it. You would have never acted so vehemently toward me if you didn’t.”
“Are you a psychiatrist now? Is that another one of your many intellectual attributes? Don’t try to psychoanalyze me. This was . . . I don’t know what the hell this was. But it’s not happening again.” She dressed as she talked, never looking him in the eye, but her cheeks were red, flushed and overheated from their sexual encounter. She held up her tattered shirt. “Thanks for ripping my shirt off. I’m wearing yours.” She slipped his T-shirt over her head and knotted it at the waist. “Our relationship needs to stay professional. I need to concentrate on what’s best for the band.” She stuffed her feet into her boots and headed for the door.
“Wait. Don’t go.” Lucas jumped off the couch, still naked, and took her arm.
“I have to.” She paused, raking her eyes over his body. “My shift’s over at six tomorrow. I’ll come by, and we’ll finish working on the song. But I want Tessa and Mason here. I don’t want to be alone with you.” And then she left.
As soon as the door at the top of the stairs closed behind her, the intense euphoria Lucas felt disappeared. It was ripped away, replaced by a great sense of loss. It was as if he’d just found something he’d been searching for his entire life, and then it was gone in an instant. He stared at the back of the door, unconcerned about his nakedness and the chance that someone could walk in at any minute. He felt empty, as if a piece of him had been stolen, which was insane. He just met Sindy. Their volatile relationship had his head, his heart and his body turned upside down. She came in like a tornado and spun his head in a million directions. She turned his emotions into a washing machine of contradictions. As soon as he realized that he wanted her, physically and emotionally, she was gone. She gave him a taste of heaven only to take it away.
Sindy sped down the Meadowbrook Parkway with no destination and drove until she was dangerously low on fuel. She knew it was stupid to waste gas when she needed to account for every cent. She’d done a lot of stupid things in her life and had made some pretty bad decisions, but messing around with Lucas Blade topped them all. It jeopardized her future. She needed this gig, and she couldn’t let a moment of weakness ruin it. Besides, she didn’t like Lucas. His over-confident attitude about his guitar playing annoyed her, even though he had the skills to back it up. He had a strong will, and he didn’t budge an inch on his convictions. He was annoying, even if he was the smartest person she’d ever met. He thought women worshiped him and swooned at one glance. Most probably did, but not her. She thought about what just happened and how easily she melted the moment he kissed her.Damn him!
Prodigy was her salvation. She loved playing the guitar, but never imagined she could make a living at it. She knew she had talent, but she was a realist. Getting discovered while playing for change on the street or in a coffee shop didn’t happen – except it did.
Tessa had come along and saved Sindy when she was at her lowest. Discouraged with the prospects that lay ahead, with no substantial education, little money, and a nowhere job, Sindy was barely scraping by. Living paycheck to paycheck had become her way of life, and she hated it.
Tessa was kind, sweet, overly generous and supportive and had become Sindy’s best friend. And how did she repay that best friend? By sleeping with her brother and complicating their working relationship instead of acting like a professional.Sindy, you fucked up again!
