He shrugs.“Guitar, piano, drums, and I can pluck away on a bass if I need to.”He stops, glancing over at me.“Are you okay if I roll the window down a bit?”
“Absolutely.”I nod, pushing down the button on my door to lower mine halfway as he does the same.
“I write most of my songs using a piano, then convert the music into a melody on an acoustic guitar for the guys.”He shrugs.“Enough about me.What do you do when you aren’t sneaking into random guy’s rooms at parties?”
A smirk decorates his face, and even though his eyes are covered by his sunglasses, I’m sure they’re sparkling with mischief.
“Nope.”I shoot a quick glance his way.“Too personal.”
“Seriously?”He huffs out.“Is that really fair?You know what I do.”
“Uh yeah, because I saw you up on stage last night,” I argue.“But if I hadn’t, trust me when I tell you, I would have had no idea who you are or what you do if I met you in a crowd.”
“Ouch.”His hands clutch the area over his heart.“Way to hit a guy where it hurts.”
He chuckles.“Not even a hint at what you do?What if I guess?Will you tell me if I get it?”
“I work in the hotel industry.”I relent just a little because I don’t see any harm in giving him this tiny bit of information.“That’s all you’re getting.”
“Call girl?”His whole face lights up as he flashes a teasing grin my way.
“Um, definitely not.”I smirk, then point to a sign on the side of the road that boasts the restaurant name, using it as a tactic to change the subject.“Almost there.”
“Good.I’ve moved into the starving category.”He advises, running a hand over his stomach, which grumbles as if on cue.We both break out laughing.
“Okay, I have one more question for you.”Using his index finger, he lowers his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose until I can see his eyes.They skim down the length of my body, stopping where the material of my skirt is pooled around my upper thighs, then back up until he meets my gaze.
“Did you ever put your panties back on?”
I stare straight ahead, blinking like maybe I misheard him.I didn’t.My pulse is absolutelyscreamingin my ears now, every nerve in my body suddenly tuned to the heat pulsing between my thighs, and the man responsible for it.
Don’t react.
Don’t give him the satisfaction.
That smug little chuckle of his is still hanging in the air like smoke, and I swear I feel it curl around my skin.The worst part?I’m not even mad.I should be.He’s cocky, shameless, and knowsexactlyhow to get under my skin.But instead, I’m sitting here wondering if I should squeeze my legs together, or spread them.
“Luc,” I say, my voice strangled and just a little higher than normal.
He doesn't respond, his fingers tapping in time with the music on the leg of his jeans, like he didn’t just ask me one of the most inappropriate, filthy, absolutely soul-snatching questions I’ve ever been asked in broad daylight.
And then,then, he glances over and winks.“Don’t worry, Kitten,” he warns, keeping his eyes straight ahead.“I’ll figure it out later.”
Oh.I am in so much trouble.
ChapterEight
Luc
Lovesong
The Cure
Her cheeks flush a deep,gorgeous pink.My dick throbs against the constraint of my jeans at the thought of her bare under that little skirt.
If I wasn’t so goddamn hungry, I’d already have one hand sliding up her thigh to find out the answer for myself.But I am starving.And, for more than just her, so instead, I shift in my seat, and let a low chuckle roll out of my chest.
She doesn’t say anything right away.Just stares out the windshield, stiff and silent like she’s trying to act unaffected.But I see it.The way her thighs press together just a little tighter.The way she swallows hard, her jaw locked like she’s trying to keep a whole-ass reaction from slipping past her lips.That’s not nothing.
