September Rain Bk 2, Savor The Days Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

my question
with a question.
    “What do I do?” I asked, and she replied with, “What do you want to do?”
    I looked back at Jake, deciding to
follow my heart. “Where?”
    “You know the long hallway at stage
right? Follow that until you pass the bathrooms. Then it’s the
third door on your right. I gotta do something, but I’ll see you
there?”
    “Sure,” I nodded.
    Jake turned and I became a puppy dog,
trotting after him, leaving Avery gaping in the parking lot with
her arms full of band paraphernalia. Jake chuckled when he saw me
following and slowed down.
    Once we were inside, he took a
cautious look around and asked me to wait a few minutes before
heading into the back of the club. I was never good at waiting, so
I counted to eight-hundred and fifty—figuring that took about five
minutes—before making made my way towards the stage and slipping
into the hall behind it. I followed the dimly lit corridor until I
came to the third door on my right, just like I’d been
instructed.
    Releasing a deep breath, I swung the
door open. It was dark inside. I was about to turn around, sure I
had the wrong place, when a light flicked on. Then, Jake was
peering at me from across the room, in front of another doorway.
Beside him was a large couch. It looked just like the long black
one inside the bars VIP section, only more worn looking. The
cushions were covered with a plaid blanket.
    All my anxious enthusiasm
doubled.
    “What is this . . .” I was going to
finish with ‘room,’ but the tremors in my voice collapsed the walls
of my throat.
    He’d said he wanted to talk, but the
way he looked at me and the loaded air made me want to sweat,
scream, and simultaneously jump for joy.
    Jake either didn’t notice my nerves or
didn’t care as he made his way towards me. I watched his hands
slide up to his temples and sweep his brown, chin length hair
behind each ear. His eyes were dark and his face held an air of
something I didn’t recognize. His tee shirt was plain, all black
and untucked. The short sleeves were rolled up, accentuating the
definition in his arms. His jeans were dark blue, cuffed at the
bottom over biker-style boots.
    “This is me,” his luscious lips
murmured, “asking your permission.”
    “Permission for what?” I managed to
ask, once I tore my eyes away from his mouth.
    “I’d like to have my way . . . with
you.”
    Everything inside me
clenched. Except my eyes—those popped wide open. And my mouth went
desert dry. It was like a line from a movie or something. Did he
just say he wanted his way with me?
    He was all longs legs, casually
swinging until he got close enough to set his hands around my
waist. And I swear my heart stopped beating. His hands around my
waist! Which, amazingly, felt like a whole new part of my body. Did
I have a waist before that moment? I’d seen it and used it to bend
and move. Beyond that, all my waist had ever done was sit above my
hips. I had no idea so many nerves could exist in one area. All at
once, they sprang to life and went crazy—hyperactive nerve endings
flaring up around my waist and spreading, quickly turning every
inch of my body into a burning furnace. His fingers stoked my
desire. But all they were doing was lightly grasping my
waist.
    “What ‘way’ would that be?” My voice
sounded weird: quiet and rough.
    He didn’t get to respond because the
doorway behind him was suddenly filled with marching bodies. Four
guys in oversized jeans and plaid shirts. Another band had just
made their entrance.
    Jake moved in close, speaking into my
ear. “If you’re interested in the answer, please, find me after?”
His breath felt hot on my neck, his lips briefly brushed my temple.
“You come find me, Angel, and I’ll show you the way.”
    I turned about ten
different shades as I awkwardly mumbled a pre-show blessing, “Kick
their asses,” and went back to find Avery waiting at the mouth of
the hallway. I slapped my hand against my forehead, feeling