“Dance with me.”
“You heard me. Dance with me. It’s one of ours. Since I can’t take
you to the bus, I’ll pretend I’m playing for you here, and I’ll get to
put my arms around you.” When she just stared at him, he put a teasing
smile on his face. “All these people mean you’re perfectly safe. Come
on, honey. Don’t be a coward.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said as she got to her feet.
With a grin of triumph, Jordon took her hand, leading her out onto
the dance floor. It felt like it had been forever since he’d touched
her, so he was going to make every second count. He swept her into his
arms and groaned as her soft body fit intimately against his.
Callie’s mind went blank. He held her so tightly against him, she
felt every line of his strong body. Sliding his hand down to the small
of her back, he pressed her towards him. She gulped once as the hard
line of his erection throbbed against her belly.
For the first time in her life she wondered what it would be like
to allow a man to touch her the way her body was screaming for. He
seemed so right. If only he wasn’t who he was. If only she was a
different kind of woman. Closing her eyes, she sighed. Why couldn’t she
feel this way about someone who would be a part of her life tomorrow and
the next day? Why did it have to be someone like… She began to tremble.
“Jordon,” she whispered
Jordon held his breath. She was softening against him. It took
everything he had not to sweep her up and take her out to the bus. The
fact they’d gotten to each other so fast made him shake his head in
wonder. Damn, if she wasn’t so stubborn, they could be making love right
now, not torturing each other. He wanted to be inside her, having her
arms around him as he drove deep into her luscious body. It would be
perfect. He knew it.
“Girl, you are something,” he said shakily, pressing a kiss to the
top of her head. Closing his eyes he just held her, knowing unless she
changed her mind this was as close as he would ever get to her.
Brandon watched them from the shadows, his eyes filled with hate.
The little bitch was asking for it, pressing herself against Jordon like
that. Jordon probably had a hard on like a steel pipe the way she was
rubbing against him. Cock-tease. They were all the same. Playing
him, then playing hard to get and walking away. He narrowed his eyes.
His boy didn’t deserve that.
He was Jordon’s manager. It was his job to make sure he stayed
happy. If Jordon wasn’t happy, then the music would suffer. And if that
happened, the tour would suffer. The tour suffering could mean cancelled
shows and lost record contracts. And that couldn’t be allowed. Because
for Brandon, the money and prestige were too fucking important.
He’d fix things. That was what he did. And if he was able to get
back at the slut for the comments she’d made, well that was just gravy.
No one noticed when Brandon slipped out the door then back in a few
minutes later. No one was watching when he sidled up to the table and
poured a few drops of liquid into Callie’s beer. He smiled as he
sauntered back into the shadows.
“Take that, bitch. You’re his now.”
When the music stopped it took Jordon a few seconds to pull away
from Callie. He didn’t want to let her go. The bulge in his pants
testified to that, and he knew she was as aware of it as he was.
Finally, he stepped back, lifting her chin with one finger so he could
look at her. “You okay?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, her eyes as otherworldly as they’d
been when she talked about her dreams. Blushing, she tried to turn her
head away, but Jordon wouldn’t let her.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he exclaimed. “Truth…remember?”
“I can’t look at you.” Her gaze skittered around the room.
Putting his arm around her, he led her back to the table. “Here
have a drink.” Jordon pressed the cold beer into her hands. She drank
thirstily, but still wouldn’t look at him.
Okay…I’ll try the matter of fact approach. He cleared his
throat. “So, you give me a hard on. You know it’s not the first time.”
Callie choked on her beer. Her gaze flew up to meet his, her eyes
widening as she saw the humor on his face. “Don’t talk about it.
“Hard…to do?” Jordon asked innocently. He frowned in apparent
concern as she choked again.
“Embarrassing,” she wheezed out.
“For you or for me?”
She threw up her hands. “You’re impossible!” She took another
cautious sip of beer to soothe her raw throat.
“No, I’m just horny.” He grinned at her unrepentantly. “Look,
you’re a beautiful woman who I’m damn attracted to. If I didn’t get a
hard on, I’d be worried.”
“Not so loud…” she hissed, looking around carefully. “Someone might
“So I guess writing a song about this is out, huh?”
Callie laughed, her head swimming a little. He was so attractive,
and his slightly crooked smile was very sexy. If only… “No hard-on
Jordon laughed. “I promise. No hard-on songs for you.” He reached
over and cupped her face in one hand, his eyes darkening a little. “Your
song would be different…sweeter. Definitely erotic though.”
Face heating, she took another gulp of beer. “You do like to
embarrass me, don’t you?”
“No baby,” he murmured. “I’d like to do something else to you
Callie looked up at him mutely. His face seemed very far away, even
though she knew he was sitting right in front of her. She shook her head
to clear it. “Jordon?”
He stared at her, his breathing quickening. Her eyes were
different. Soft and dreamy now, he could see something in them he hadn’t
before. Was it desire? Christ, he hoped it was because he was about
ready to explode. He reached for his whiskey to cool off, but when
they’d first gotten back to the table, he’d downed it like a man dying
of thirst. He grabbed her beer.
“Can I have this?”
She nodded slowly, never taking her eyes off him. He tossed the
rest of her beer down, frowning when he saw there was only an inch left
in the bottle.
Another slow song began to play. Quickly, Jordon pulled Callie into
his arms where she swayed against him. He held her tightly, praying she
would stay in the mood.
“Honey,” he murmured as he nibbled gently on the soft curve of her
throat. “You make me burn.” His body tightened in a glorious rush as she
moaned softly in his ear. Her lips pressed against the naked skin at the
vee of his shirt. “Oh, God,” was all he could say. Fighting for control,
he moved in a circle holding her against him.
Callie felt…odd. First, she saw Jordon like he was very far away.
Then, the sensation changed, and her limbs had grown heavy. Now, for the
life of her, she couldn’t make herself say anything. Jordon pulled her
up to dance with her again. The touch of his body was just as wonderful
as it had been before, but she couldn’t respond. When he spoke to her,
soft sexy things, she wanted to say something back, but all she could do
was moan. It was as if she was drunk, her body out of her control, but
she knew better. Her mind was woozy, yet she knew she’d only sipped at
the two beers. She shouldn’t be acting this way.
What was going on? She was frightened, but nothing she felt
was making itself known in her body. She wanted to ask Jordon for help
but she couldn’t talk...couldn’t move...her body as unresponsive to her
mind’s directive as if she was a corpse.
He moved her around the dance floor, his hands touching her gently,
but she had to struggle through thick layers of consciousness just to
know what was happening. She wanted to say something…do anything, but
the longer they danced, the more numb she became.
Jordon wondered just how much more of this he could take. Callie
draped around him like a vine, her lips pressing against his throat, his
chest, wherever they happened to land. The change in her was making him
light-headed; his own limbs sluggish as he held her. Would she come to
the bus with him now? He shook his head. She wasn’t a tease. If she was
responding this way, she must have changed her mind.
Fiercely aroused, he pulled back, taking her face in his hands. “I
want you,” he said baldly, watching her slumberous eyes as he spoke. He
thought he saw them darken before they closed, and her head tipped back.
“Oh, baby,” he growled before slanting his mouth over hers.
Callie was almost senseless when he kissed her. What he had taken
for permission was in fact a last flutter of consciousness. But when his
lips touched hers, searing them with the heat of his passion, she
struggled back through the layers of thick clouds surrounding her.
She knew he was kissing her. In fact, a part of her, a very distant
part, enjoyed it. She wished for just a moment that part of her was
closer, so she would really know what being kissed by Jordon was like.
What she was…was frightened. Something was very wrong, and there
was nothing she could do to stop it. Surely someone could tell she was
in trouble. Jordon must be able to. But he continued to kiss her,
muttering dark, sexy words that barely made sense to her.
Jordon released her, taking in huge gulps of air. “God, almighty.
That nearly got out of hand.” He took no notice of the people watching
curiously or of the big man in the corner ready to jump him if Callie
even squeaked in outrage. He didn’t see Brandon snickering as he nursed
his own drink. All Jordon saw were Callie’s kiss-swollen lips. All he
felt was the pounding of her heart and the throbbing of his own body.
“Come out to my bus with me, Callie.” He touched her face gently as
he spoke. “I’ll make it good for you, I swear.” When he released her
face, her head fell forward then back in a sharp nod. Jordon was so
surprised at the change, he almost dropped her, but the heat in his
blood took over.
“You won’t be sorry, baby,” he said, pressing swift kisses all over
her face. “I promise you. This will be a night you’ll never forget.”
***end of excerpt***
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