“Or would yourather I give you the D?” he said under his breath.
I shivered.“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.” Heglared up at me. “I’ll play whatever you want, Melody.”
“I want my fansto hear the songs the way they were recorded. There’s nothing worse than goingto a show and not being able to sing along to your favorites the way they werewritten.”
Train nodded.“Got it.”
“Okay. Thankyou.”
We werecurrently rehearsing for a streaming concert that we were going to beperforming from the hotel ballroom the next day. It was a special fan clubmembers only. A VIP concert, along with a meet and greet, so the band and Iwere getting in an extra rehearsal.
We were inAlbuquerque, New Mexico, and rehearsing at a funky little studio calledVistaVerde with the full band. The studio was cool, but it was tiny, whichmeant small rooms and very close quarters for me and Train. I walked around ina constant state of arousal and my vibrator was wearing out from constant use.
“One more time,”I said, and as we got to the G, I scowled, waving my hand, and stopping himagain. “Never mind. Go to the C.” I let out frustrated grunt. “Goddammit.”
He smirkedslightly and we started again, playing the song the way it should be played.The way he knew it should be played and it sounded better than it ever had. Wefinished the song and I turned off my microphone, shut down the PA, and facedthe band. “Let’s call it a night.”
“You okay?”Puddin’ asked.
“Yep,” I lied.“I’m just tired. I think if we don’t have these songs down now, we never will,so we shouldn’t beat a dead horse.”
“Whatever yousay, boss.”
The band packedup and we all loaded into the bus and headed back to the hotel.
I found myselfsitting next to Train on the way back. And we said nothing. Barely evenbreathed. Or maybe that was just me. My skin was on fire and only he coulddouse the flame. I desperately wanted to peel him out of his clothes and lickevery inch of his body.
No, let merephrase.
I wanted him topeel me out ofmyclothes and lick every inch of my body right before Isat on his face. I shivered at the thought then forced myself to think aboutsewing or knitting or something just as mundane.
Arriving back atthe hotel, Train walked every corner of my hotel suite before allowing meentry. He did this every single time we left the hotel for any reason. Thoroughdidn’t even begin to describe this man.
“All clear,” hesaid, and I walked inside, facing him before he could close the door.
“Why are youtesting me?” I demanded.
He raised aneyebrow. “Why am I getting under your skin?”
“You’re notgetting under my skin.”
“Liar.”
“Well, maybeit’s because you’re picking apart the songs that I’ve put my heart and soulinto.”
Train smiledslowly, closing the door, then the distance between us. “That’s not the reasonand you know it.”
“Because I’mhorny and you’re hot as fuck.” Suddenly mortified, I gasped, my face heating.“Shit. No. Pretend I didn’t say that out loud.”
“Now we’regettin’ somewhere,” he said, and then his mouth landed on mine and I was liftedhigh up the wall where I wrapped my legs around his waist and looped my handsaround his neck.
Before thingsgot interesting, however, Train pulled back, letting out a series ofexpletives.
“What’s wrong?”I asked.
“We can’t dothis.”
