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As the blood surged to his groin and he swelled with wanting her, he was grateful for the long loose shirt that hung over his jeans, because the whole audience would have witnessed what he was feeling.

Music always filled him with desire and restlessness, but he’d never before experienced this connection with a woman. God, there’d been plenty of girls available whenever he’d needed to lose himself after performing—even back in the early days when he had played the pubs by himself. Over the years, the excitement of hooking up with different girls had paled, and it had bored him. There had been no feeling in it. For him, it was a quick coupling to assuage a basic need; for the girls it was simply the opportunity to say they’d slept with Davy Morgan. And when they found out which hotel the band was staying at, they wouldn’t leave him alone. That’s why finding the cottage next door to Alice had been a godsend.

David played without being conscious of the notes that came from his guitar and the words that fell from his lips. He thought back over the events that had led to his living across two centuries. Right up until yesterday when Megan had followed him through the time slip, he’d kidded himself that he had it all thought out and had been confident he could make music in one time and live his life privately in another. He knew the risk of changing anything in the past. Writing and playing his music were no threat, he rationalised to himself, but now another person was involved and it had become fraught with danger.

When the drums crashed loudly and Slim used the pedal to wind down the last sad notes of the final song of their set, Megan was staring at him and Davy’s world came crashing down as he fell into her eyes.

Those beautiful eyes. The hunger in them echoes how I feel. How the hell am I going to keep my hands off her?

Oblivious to the screams of the crowd and the others on the stage around them, he slid his guitar from his shoulder and walked over to her.

I can’t. Relief flooded through him as he let his need consume him.

He held out his hand without breaking their gaze and her hand gripped his as he pulled her from the chair. Her body was soft against his, her breasts moulded by the thin T-shirt she wore. Her arms went around his neck and he lowered his lips and claimed her mouth.

It didn’t matter when he was, he’d found where he wanted to be.

***

“Ken’s got a room.” The deep voice filled with mirth gradually intruded on Megan’s senses. Her world had whirled around her once David’s hot mouth had taken hers in a savage kiss. She hadn’t cared where she was or who else was around. All she needed was the touch of David against her. If this was a different world, and a different time she’d somehow fallen into, so be it. If it felt like this, she was happy to stay here.

As long as it was real. She would die if she woke up and it was all a dream.

Gradually, movement on the stage brought her back to reality. At the same time, David pulled his lips away but he kept one arm tightly around her. She needed it; her body was still screaming for his touch.

“Bear, can I borrow your van?” His deep voice sent a shiver down her back.

“Sure, don’t need it for a while. Slim and I are going to have a wander round and chill out for a while.” Bear winked at her. “We’re not on again till tomorrow afternoon so you two lovebirds have a whole day and a night.”

David pulled away from her slightly and Megan’s legs trembled as his hand stopped supporting her. But he was only gone for a second as he reached for his guitar. As he picked it up his arm came firmly around her back again.

“Thanks, Bear. And can you make sure Holly is okay?” He lowered his voice and turned to his band mates, who stood at the side of the stage. “In case I don’t make it back, I’ll park the van on the other side of the village. About a mile down.”

Bear and Slim came over together and each shook Davy’s free hand.

“Try your best, man. Our music needs you.” Slim turned to Megan. “Make sure he comes back, won’t you, dolls?”

Megan looked from one to the other and though she sensed that something had changed she couldn’t understand what. Nodding, she held her hand out and Bear squeezed it.

“I certainly will. The world needs Davy Morgan and his music.”

She felt David tense beside her as his arm gripped her tightly. She looked up at him and smiled.

“You don’t have to tell me where I am. Or rather, when I am.” She lifted her hand and held it against his lips. “I know.”

Chapter Seventeen

Bear’s van was parked a long way from the back of the stage. As they walked through the crowd, David kept his head down but it still wasn’t enough to keep fans from stopping him. The guitar on his shoulder was a dead giveaway.

“Can I have your autograph please?” David glanced down at Megan as the girl in front of him passed him a pen and lifted her shirt, baring her breasts. He grinned and dashed an autograph on the top of the girl’s arm.

Megan chuckled as they walked away from her to the van. “So the job has some perks then? It’s not just playing music?”

“You could say that. But it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” David opened the van door and reached beneath the seat and pulled out the keys. He led Megan around to the other side and opened the door. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

When he got in the driver’s seat, he looked into the back of the small van and turned to Megan to apologise. Before he could speak, she leaned over the narrow space between them and caught his chin with her hand and kissed him.

“Do you know what you do to me? How you make me feel?” Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her soft breath warmed his cheek as she spoke. “I feel this incredible connection with you.” She pulled back and looked up at him with a frown wrinkling her forehead. “I don’t know if it has something to do with what’s happened to me…to us…” She shook her head. “But I’ve never experienced anything like it before. When you’re near me, I need to feel you touching me.”