after Dex had dragged his girl away I noticed most of the room was empty.
"Everyone's gone," I said.
Joe looked around. "Look at that. Guess we should go too."
"Probably."
"Wanna share a cab?"
I wondered what exactly he was asking, but said "Sure," anyway.
We stumbled outside and held each other up in the freezing air while trying to flag down a ride.
"Shouldn't you be traveling by limo, big shot? Town car at least?"
"Gross," he said with serious conviction.
That sent me into paroxysms of laughter.
"What?"
"You are weird, Joe Hawk. So weird. Do your fans know what a weirdo you are?"
"They have no idea."
"That's probably for the best."
"Yup. If they knew, they—Hey! Hey!" He flailed his arms and almost fell over as a taxi finally pulled up in front of us. Joe opened the door for me and climbed in behind me, scooting very close.
"Where to," the driver asked.
"Just drive around for a minute while I have a discussion with my girl here," Joe answered.
"Whatever." He shrugged and went back to talking quietly on his cell phone.
I looked over at Joe, confused. "What's going on?"
"I don't want this to be how the night ends, Liss. Both of us sloppy drunk in a cab. Have coffee with me so we can talk."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. It's very late."
"Please."
There was so much raw honesty in that one word I couldn't refuse. "Okay."
He directed the driver to his hotel and off we went. I started to feel nervous again with Joe so close to me and it sobered me up quickly.
Chapter Five
When we got to the hotel I was expecting to head to the bar, but Joe led me to the bank of elevators instead.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room."
"For coffee?"
"Yes. I'll call room service."
I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Why?" He leaned in close and tugged on a lock of my hair. "What's the matter? Don't think you can control yourself alone with me?"
"Of course I can. But you do get grabby when you're drunk."
The elevator doors opened and he stepped aside for me to enter.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Your virtue is safe around me."
I snorted. "Yeah right."
"I am a gentleman. Though, your ass does look great in that dress. And I have been wondering what you have on under it."
"Joe, stop."
He swiped his card and punched the button for a floor before turning to give me his full attention.
"I can't help it, Liss. I think about you all the time. Remember your gorgeous body. How it feels under me."
The temperature in the elevator rose by fifty degrees in a second and I slumped against the wall. "Don't."
"Don't what? Don't want you? Don't miss you? Don't wish I was touching you, kissing you? Don't wonder if you'll feel the same? Don't think about the sweet noises you make when you come? Don't remember how perfect you feel when I'm buried deep inside you?"
All the air left my lungs and I nearly panted. "Yes. Don't…all of that."
"Can't help it. You're like oxygen to me and I'm breathing for the first time in months. I won't push but I also won't pretend."
I hated him in that moment. For his honesty and for saying exactly the thing I couldn't resist. If he'd come at me drunk and fumbling I could have been mad and walked away. But his words reignited the fire in me and I was across the elevator kissing him before my logical brain had time to try and stop me.
And Joe was right. Kissing him felt like breathing clear air for the first time in forever. His tongue drove between my lips almost immediately, dancing nimbly around the inside of my mouth. His body pressed against me and I could feel his arousal, hot and heavy between us.
Our tongues tangled and swept against each other as the doors opened and we spilled out, still wrapped in a tight embrace. The short walk to his room was fraught with danger as we bumped against walls and a small table, unwilling to separate for even a second. Only through use of peripheral vision and luck did our lunching end up at the right place, and
"Everyone's gone," I said.
Joe looked around. "Look at that. Guess we should go too."
"Probably."
"Wanna share a cab?"
I wondered what exactly he was asking, but said "Sure," anyway.
We stumbled outside and held each other up in the freezing air while trying to flag down a ride.
"Shouldn't you be traveling by limo, big shot? Town car at least?"
"Gross," he said with serious conviction.
That sent me into paroxysms of laughter.
"What?"
"You are weird, Joe Hawk. So weird. Do your fans know what a weirdo you are?"
"They have no idea."
"That's probably for the best."
"Yup. If they knew, they—Hey! Hey!" He flailed his arms and almost fell over as a taxi finally pulled up in front of us. Joe opened the door for me and climbed in behind me, scooting very close.
"Where to," the driver asked.
"Just drive around for a minute while I have a discussion with my girl here," Joe answered.
"Whatever." He shrugged and went back to talking quietly on his cell phone.
I looked over at Joe, confused. "What's going on?"
"I don't want this to be how the night ends, Liss. Both of us sloppy drunk in a cab. Have coffee with me so we can talk."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. It's very late."
"Please."
There was so much raw honesty in that one word I couldn't refuse. "Okay."
He directed the driver to his hotel and off we went. I started to feel nervous again with Joe so close to me and it sobered me up quickly.
Chapter Five
When we got to the hotel I was expecting to head to the bar, but Joe led me to the bank of elevators instead.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room."
"For coffee?"
"Yes. I'll call room service."
I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Why?" He leaned in close and tugged on a lock of my hair. "What's the matter? Don't think you can control yourself alone with me?"
"Of course I can. But you do get grabby when you're drunk."
The elevator doors opened and he stepped aside for me to enter.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Your virtue is safe around me."
I snorted. "Yeah right."
"I am a gentleman. Though, your ass does look great in that dress. And I have been wondering what you have on under it."
"Joe, stop."
He swiped his card and punched the button for a floor before turning to give me his full attention.
"I can't help it, Liss. I think about you all the time. Remember your gorgeous body. How it feels under me."
The temperature in the elevator rose by fifty degrees in a second and I slumped against the wall. "Don't."
"Don't what? Don't want you? Don't miss you? Don't wish I was touching you, kissing you? Don't wonder if you'll feel the same? Don't think about the sweet noises you make when you come? Don't remember how perfect you feel when I'm buried deep inside you?"
All the air left my lungs and I nearly panted. "Yes. Don't…all of that."
"Can't help it. You're like oxygen to me and I'm breathing for the first time in months. I won't push but I also won't pretend."
I hated him in that moment. For his honesty and for saying exactly the thing I couldn't resist. If he'd come at me drunk and fumbling I could have been mad and walked away. But his words reignited the fire in me and I was across the elevator kissing him before my logical brain had time to try and stop me.
And Joe was right. Kissing him felt like breathing clear air for the first time in forever. His tongue drove between my lips almost immediately, dancing nimbly around the inside of my mouth. His body pressed against me and I could feel his arousal, hot and heavy between us.
Our tongues tangled and swept against each other as the doors opened and we spilled out, still wrapped in a tight embrace. The short walk to his room was fraught with danger as we bumped against walls and a small table, unwilling to separate for even a second. Only through use of peripheral vision and luck did our lunching end up at the right place, and
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