One Night with Sole Regret 05 Tie Me Read Online Free PDF

off the cup. She wasn’t making his devotion to abstinence easy, that was for sure.
    A spattering of freckles graced the bridge of her nose, and thick, dark eyelashes made the green flecks in her hazel eyes stand out. He tried not to look at her pouty lips and wonder what she tasted like. Did she enjoy soft, gentle kisses or did she prefer the deep, plundering assault on her mouth that he craved? He wanted to sink his hands into all those thick, red curls, tilt her head back and… and…
    Small talk! He needed to make small talk.
    “So where are you from?” he asked.
    She blinked and took a startled breath. Was she thinking along the same lines he was? He really needed her to be a frigid bitch at the moment, but doubted she was the type. The vibe she gave off was warm and inviting. He couldn’t remember the last timed he’d wanted to be invited into a woman’s warmth, all slick and hot and snug. His cock throbbed with interest.
    Oh, for fuck’s sake, woman. Say something. I can’t be thinking like this.
    “Originally or lately?” she asked.
    “Both.” Please stop looking at me like that with those exotic cat-like eyes. Kellen was used to women showing their interest in him. What he was not used to was losing control of his convictions and feeling anything in reciprocation.
    “I was born in Pennsylvania, just outside Philadelphia. I’ve been in Los Angeles for several years now.”
    “Do you like it there?”
    She shrugged and took another sip of her coffee. “It’s not as humid as it is here. And then there is Hollywood.”
    “Ah, so that’s why you moved out there.”
    “The job market for classical music composers is fairly small.”
    He swallowed a gulp of coffee. “Did you always want to write music for movies?”
    She grinned at him. “In my rebellious years, I wrote music for video games.”
    “You had rebellious years?”
    She lifted her eyebrows at him, which had him picturing all sorts of naughty activities she probably had not been involved in during her rebellious years, but damn if he didn’t want to rebel with her now.
    “Don’t we all?” she asked. “At least until we grow up.”
    “Wait. Do you mean we’re supposed to outgrow that?”
    “Are you still rebelling, Kellen?”
    He chuckled. “Some would like to think that, but no, I don’t have anything to rebel against these days.” He took another drink of his coffee and then nodded toward his cup. “This is really good,” he said.
    “If you think that’s good, you should try my French toast.”
    His stomach growled in agreement. He’d had dinner before the show with the rest of the band—and in a bizarre twist of fate, with Owen’s new love interest, Caitlyn—but that had been many hours and whole lot of physical activity and emotional turmoil ago. Kellen covered his noisy belly and managed to drop his fabric cock shield in the process. Luckily, their inane conversation had reduced his tent to a slightly enthusiastic bulge.
    Dawn’s gaze slid down his torso, and he tensed, trying to think of more small talk, but he’d pretty much lost his mental capacities.
    When she drew her gaze up his body to meet his eyes again, she smiled and said, “Sounds as if your stomach is in agreement.”
    Had she noticed he was filling out her shorts more than he should have been?
    She headed for the fridge, which meant he wouldn’t be hearing her song again anytime soon. It also meant that they would be spending more time in each other’s company, which, as far as his quickly failing defenses were concerned, was a bad idea.
    “You don’t have to do that,” he said. “I can make myself a sandwich when I go home.” Which was an outright lie because there wasn’t a scrap of food in Sara’s house. He’d be lucky if he found a year-old granola bar in the pantry.
    “I want to cook for you,” she said. “I’m trying to dazzle you with my impressive skills.”
    Done.
    So he drank coffee at the breakfast bar while she whipped up a