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moved
across my stomach, feeling me through my clothes. God, I hadn’t been touched
like that in so long. When did I decide men were too much trouble? A year and a
half since I shed Kevin like a too-warm coat? I couldn’t even say. Drazen’s lips were more than lips; they were the physical
memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music.
    I twisted, my lips searching for his, my mouth open for him as
his was for me. We met there, tongues twisting together, his chest to my back,
his hands moving up my shirt, teasing my nipples.
    I moaned and turned to face him. He pushed me against the car.
The hardness between his legs felt enormous on my thigh. He moved his hand down
and pushed my legs open, gripping tight enough to press my jeans against my
skin. He looked down at me, and the intensity of the lust in his eyes was
nearly intimidating, but I was way past sense. Miles. The thought of saying,
“No, stop, I need sleep so I’m fresh for rehearsals tomorrow,” didn’t even
occur to me. He pushed his hips between my legs and kissed me again. I was
hungry for him. A white hot ball of heat grew beneath my hips. We kept kissing
and grinding, hands everywhere. I pinched his nipple through his shirt and he
gasped, biting my neck. I hated my clothes. I hated every layer of fabric
between myself and his cock. I wanted to feel skin sweating above mine, his
dick rigid and hot, his hands at my breasts. I wanted those hard, dry thrusts
to be real, slick, sliding inside me.
    The siren blast split my ears. I almost choked on my own spit.
Jonathan looked over at the police car and the tension in his neck was the last
thing I saw before the light got too bright to see anything. I lowered my legs,
and when he got off me, he held his hand out to help me off the hood.
    “Good morning,” came a male voice from behind the driver’s side
light. The passenger door opened, and a female cop got out.
    “Good morning,” Jonathan and I answered like two kids greeting
their third grade teacher. He wove his fingers in mine. The female cop shone
her flashlight in my face. I flinched.
    “You okay, miss?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Can you step away from the gentleman, please? Come toward me.”
    I did, hands out so she knew I wasn’t reaching for anything. The
cop pulled me out of earshot.
    “Do you know this guy?” she asked, shining a little light into my
pupils to see if I was on anything stronger than pheromones.
    “Yes.”
    “Are you here of your own free will?”
    “Yes.”
    “That was pretty hot.” She snapped her little light down. “Next
time, get a room, okay?”

 
 
    CHAPTER 5
    Things cooled on the way home. I kept my legs crossed and his
hand stayed on the gear shifter. When I told Jonathan the lady cop said we
should get a room, he laughed.
    “If only she knew who she was talking about,” he said. After a
few seconds, he stopped at a light and turned to me. “So, what’s up with you
saying you’re not sleeping with me, then pushing up against my dick on the hood
of my car?”
    I was a little annoyed with the question, because he brought me
there and he started kissing my neck, but I also couldn’t pretend I wasn’t just
as responsible for the raw heat of the scene.
    “I just…” I had to pause and think. The light changed, and when
he turned his head back to the road, I felt like I could talk. “I have things
I’m doing. I can’t be up all night fucking because my voice gets messed up. I
can’t think about a man, any man, nothing personal, when I should be writing
songs. Carving out enough nights for song writing, between gigs and working, is
hard enough without making time for a boyfriend. So, I mean, I had to give up
something in life, and it’s men.”
    He nodded and thought about it. He rubbed his chin, which had a
little bit of stubble. My neck remembered it very fondly. “I get it.”
    “So, I’m sorry I led you on. That was careless.”
    His laugh was loud and inappropriate, considering what I’d