S.L. Scott, comes a hot new rock star romance that will sweep you off your feet
and leave you with a smile.
like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body.
Not so surprisingly, I’ve been called cocky a time or two. What can I say?
We can’t all be boy scouts.
red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the
beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour.
want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard—time right back.
eight-pack abs, and cute dimples to use on someone else. My band earned their
spot on The Resistance’s tour just like The Crow Brothers. I’m not going to
blow it getting sidetracked by a cocky rock star that wants to sleep his way
through the states. I’ve been called a name or two, but easy isn’t one
walk of shame for me. Only, I don’t feel shame. Instead, I’m doing the very
thing I said I wouldn’t—falling for a playboy.
but what happens to our melody when the tour ends?
she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not
worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can
defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks
jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even
the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
haven’t even slept with her.
skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I
should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around
on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so
tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because
I’m just starting to earn her trust.
she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping
toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
I reply, “You got yourself drunk,
her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the
bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so
good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It
shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny
replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase
sleeping with the enemy?”
touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind
bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it
first. “My treat.”
feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to
answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name
for other reasons cross my mind.
answer, which is probably best.
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