Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (reading a book TXT) 📕

neck, he pulled her tight against his body, his rock-hard erection pressing into the soft flesh of her tummy.

He heard the soft gasp as he molded to her to him, and he drank more deeply from her, sliding his tongue across hers, enjoying the soft pressure of her lips touching his. His balls ached and his cock throbbed, and he wanted to strip off her clothes and plunge himself into her right then and there. Reaching for his sanity, he broke the kiss and cupped her cheeks.

Her eyes were filled with unanswered questions: anxiety, hope, desire. The color shifted from grey to smoky green in the haloed light of the parking lot.

“Do you forgive me?” she whispered.

“If you tell me your name.”

Her entire body tightened and she started to pull away. “I shouldn’t have come here. It was a big mistake.”

Big mistake, buddy boy.

He was going to lose her unless he accepted her on her terms. She had some specific reason for this, whatever it was. Maybe she’s so out of her element. Needs to wait until she feels safe and secure with you. Trusts you.

And she was so ingrained in his system in just a short time he didn’t think he could survive it.

“No. Wait.” He brushed his lips against hers, the kiss a soft breeze against her skin. “It’s okay. I just thought since you brought your friend with you everything would be okay.”

“You mean I’d tell you who I was? Please, Marc.” Her voice was pleading. “Can’t I just be your Music Lady and you can be my Guitar Man?”

Could he move forward under this circumstance? He wanted her so badly and not just to take to bed. Somehow he’d find a way to resolve this problem. Swallowing his misgivings, he brushed his knuckles against her cheek and forced himself to relax.

“Okay. For now.” He glanced back at the club. “Can you come home with me again? What about your friend?”

“She brought her own car.” Music Lady licked her bottom lip, nervously casting her eyes around the parking lot as if expecting someone to jump out at her.

“She did?”

“Uh huh. I just needed her to come in with me for moral support. I drove my own car so she could leave if we…um…if you…you know. Let me apologize.”

He studied her, trying to tamp down his annoyance. She was obviously willing to go home with him but for what? Just sex? This was a new feeling for him and not a pleasant one. He’d never treated sex as casually as his friends. Sure he’d brought ML home impulsively but there was an instant connection he’d never felt before. And he was convinced it hadn’t diminished.

“I get the feeling you weren’t planning to tell anyone about this. Us. Whatever. Pardon me if I’m confused, but you brought your friend to the club and you won’t tell me your name? What’s up with that?”

She nibbled her lower lip. “Annie and I have been friends for years. And I needed someone to keep me from falling apart.” She was trembling. “Marc, listen to me. This is all so new to me. I hardly know you. I might not be your style.”

“Listen to me, babe.” He tilted her chin up so her eyes met his. “Whoever or whatever you are, you are most definitely my style. One of these times I might even get you to believe it.” He touched his mouth to hers briefly.

He wanted her. Badly. And not just her body. He and this woman had the beginning of something very special here. But if she wasn’t ready to tell him her name, they had a long road ahead of them. Right now he was just so damn glad to see her under any circumstances. He’d have to work to get her to trust him as much as she did her friend.

He studied her face as if there was some secret answer written there. “Okay, then, Music Lady. We’ll do things your way. For now.” He smiled. “But one of these days, I’m going to get you to trust me enough to tell me about the real you.”

She rubbed her hands nervously on her jeans and lowered her eyes. “You might not like the real me, Guitar Man.”

“I bet I will.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now. We have one more set to play then we’re done for the night. Will you stay until the end? Come home with me again?”

He held his breath, waiting for her answer. When she nodded wordlessly, he smiled for the first time in days.

“Good. Let’s go back inside. I’ll get you a drink, and I can get ready for the last set. But first….”

He pulled her hard against him and touched his mouth to hers, the feel of her soft lips so arousing, her light floral scent filling his nostrils, her taste intoxicating. When he licked her lower lip with his tongue, she opened for him and he swept inside, gliding over every wet surface. She moaned into his mouth, wound her arms around his neck again, and pressed her body to his. The soft feel of her breasts with their hard little nipples were driving him crazy. He thrust his hips slightly, letting her know how swollen his cock was and knowing he’d need to find a way to hide his gigantic boner when he went back into the club.

Marc broke the kiss before it reached the point of no return and took a step back, reaching for her hand.

“Let’s go back inside. If you stay near where I found you, close to where I stand on the stage, we can slide right out this same door as soon as I’m finished for the night. You good with that?”

“Yes. And I want to tell my friend she can leave.”

“Okay. Good. Come on.” People were jammed everywhere but he got them both inside and handed her off to her friend, who was standing in the same place. Putting his mouth