“Why not?”
He sighed,studying me for a few tense seconds. “One, we’ve got close to six weeks left,and this complicates shit.”
“No strings.”
“Melody, sexalways brings strings.”
“It doesn’t haveto,” I argued.
“Sex with youdefinitely will.”
I scoffed.“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He was stillholding me against the wall, so he stepped back, lowering me to my feet, andputting some distance between us.
I narrowed myeyes, realization beginning to dawn, and I let out a quiet hiss of irritation.“Harmony said something, didn’t she?”
“Whether she didor didn’t doesn’t really play here.”
“What exactlydid she say?”
He scrubbed hishand over his beard. “She said, ‘don’t sleep with my sister,’ and that I wasn’tyour type, so she wasn’t really worried about it.”
“She has no cluewhat my type is.” I snorted. “Obviously.”
“Still… probablynot a good idea.”
I sighed,pushing off the wall. “Look. We’re both amped up. We’re in some desperate needof relief. Why can’t we look at it like that? No strings. Once the tour isover, we go our separate ways. No one even needs to know about any of this. I’malways looking for a man who knows their way around a vagina and the way youplay your guitar, especially that pretty blue one, it’s plain to me you knowwhat to do with your hands, so how about you show me what your mouth can do aswell… besides sing?”
“Funny thingabout that guitar, it’s a lot like you.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve grownrather attached to it, but it doesn’t belong to me.”
“Who does itbelong to?” I asked.
“A guy Vickknows. I rented it for the tour.”
“If you like itso much, why don’t you buy it?”
“Also, just likeyou, it’s a one of a kind, it isn’t for sale.”
I chuckled.“Well, if you play me like you play that guitar, who knows what might happen.”
His hand slid tomy neck, and tugging me forward and kissing me again, but this time, it wasgentler. Slower.
“Last chance toback out,” he warned.
I met his eyes.“I don’t want to back out.”
He deadbolted mydoor, then lifted me again, kissing me as he carried me into the hotel suitebedroom, kicking the door closed, and dropping me onto the bed.
Unzipping myboots, he tossed them in the corner, then slid my socks off before tugging my leggingsover my hips, panties and all. I was left exposed to a man I barely knew buttrusting him completely with no explanation as to why.
Train slid offhis boots, then his long-sleeved shirt, leaving his jeans on as he kneltbetween my legs, smiling down at me. “You good?”
I bit my lip andnodded.
