On The Floor (Second Story) Read Online Free PDF

wouldn’t be a question. We would be falling into bed together. Right now.”
    My breath catches. He wants me just as much as I want him. Screw the rules. Now that I know he wants me, rubbing myself all over him might not be embarrassing. It might be hot. Who is this sex-crazed girl who has taken over my brain?
    He continues. “And even though I know we shouldn’t, I’m still having a hard time not finishing that kiss we never started. But since we do work together, I think it may be a good idea to keep things friendly. Don't you?" he asks, looking a bit unsure.
    So that’s it. It’s over before it began. Though I guess that's a good thing since that was my goal all along.
    “Uh, yeah. Of course. There is probably even a rule about it somewhere. So yeah. We can be friends. Definitely. Friends.” Only friends .
    I smile at him but it doesn’t reach my eyes. He gives me the same in return. Why do I feel so let down? I barely know this guy and I feel like my heart has been trampled by a herd of elephants. Maybe it's worse because I never even got the opportunity to really explore our attraction towards each other.
    “So now that we’re friends, we should get to know each other a little better. I’ll go first.” He gives me a big goofy smile and points at himself with both thumbs. “I’m Jacob Price, but I guess some people know me as Mike," he says laughing a little.
    "I thought you said Mike! It was loud!" I defend, laughing a little myself.
    "I know. I'm just messing with you." That smile will kill me. Or melt me into a big puddle of lust. "Anyways, I grew up in San Diego with my grandparents. This is my last semester before I graduate. I’m getting a double major in Music and Special Education, which I think Judy probably already told you. I play a couple of instruments, but my passion is really teaching music. I tutor some kids and when I finish school I have a job lined up at that program. I also play guitar and sing lead in a band.” He shrugs when he finishes and looks at me expectantly.
    “Well that seems to be a very thorough overview,” I laugh. So he is gorgeous, works with kids, and sings in a band. Is it possible to die of attraction?
    “Your turn,” he says as he looks at me and smiles back.
    “Okay. I’m Rachel Harris,” I say mimicking him and pointing at myself. “I grew up about an hour north of here. I went to community college for three years before transferring here last semester. I’ll be graduating next Spring with a degree in Music Education, so it seems we both have similar passions.” I smile, and he smiles back. “I spend most of my time either here or with my friends. I can also play the piano and sing. I think that’s it.”
    “And don’t forget you’re a great dancer,” he says throwing a smirk my way. I return his with one of my own. “Piano and sing, huh?”
    Ugh. Why did I mention that? “Well, only when it's required for classes. I don’t really play or sing for pleasure anymore.”
    “Why not?” he asks.
    “No time.” I miss my music, but sometimes real life gets in the way of the life you wish you were living.
    “Too much clubbing?” he asks me with laughter in his eyes.
    “You caught me,” I respond smiling.
    It’s in that moment that our eyes connect. We keep each other’s gaze and I see desire start to light in his warm brown eyes. I can tell he is thinking about our dance. My heart rate starts to pick up and I feel butterflies whirling around in my stomach. He bites his lower lip pulling it between his teeth, drawing my attention to his mouth. I look down at the ground, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from devouring him like my body is begging me to do. To keep him from seeing the want and need reflected in my eyes. I want him. Bad.
    When I look back at Jake, I find him staring at my lips. My breathing speeds and my tongue darts out to lick my lips. I shift in my seat as I feel that same longing for him that I did last night. I look back