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

Birthday, Beautiful.” His voice was
syrupy sweet as he took my hand and led me towards the back of the
club.
    The second we were out of sight, his
hands were on me. His smooth palms caressed my jeans, stuffing
their fingers into my back pockets. “What’ch you got in there?”
Through the layer of denim, he cupped one side of my butt and
offered a vicious smile, “Nothing but ass.”
    No one had ever touched or spoke to me
that way before and I’m not ashamed to say that I loved it. It was
every fantasy I had turned reality as I pulled him closer.
Emboldened by desire, I grazed my nose along the intoxicating scent
of his neck. Heaven. A slight edge of clean sweat still lingered
there, as if during his post-show shower he’d rinsed very quickly,
as if he couldn’t wait to get to me, as if he wanted me as much as
I wanted him. I pressed him against the wall of the dark hallway,
but Jake pushed back, pressing his lips over mine. Pouring desire
into me.
    This was so much better than the waist
touching and the pocket-play. It was . . . blood boiling, liquid
fireworks.
    His hands moved up from my hips to my
waist. They stretched around the circumference before he pulled
away and chuckled. “You’re so tiny.” I followed his gaze down to my
waist and was surprised to see that the tips of his thumbs were
only a few inches apart. “You’re like a little bird. I better be
gentle, I don’t want to break you.”
    I had never thought of myself as thin
or tiny and I was going to say so, but stopped when Jake gave his
lips back to me. I felt movement and then I was pinned between
Jakes chest and the wall.
    The next time words were exchanged, we
were inside the bands old cargo van. It was a beater—big and
clunky—covered in graffiti and stickers, with no seats, only a huge
open area in the back. Jake spread a blanket over the worn carpet
of the van floor and we fell inside, never breaking our hold on one
another. He pinned me beneath him, pressed his hips into me, using
his knees to push mine apart. The sweet pressure of him did strange
things to me. A new kind of friction that made me greedy, made me
want every part of me to touch every part of him. My hands seemed
to know what to do. I didn’t even have to think about taking them
from his face to touch his shoulders or sliding them down his taut
arms and back.
    “Angel.” Jake breathed into my mouth,
took my breath and gave me his own. “Angel. I want you so
bad.”
    After this confession, before I had a
chance to respond, Max opened the backdoor. There was a pile of
equipment beside him. It was time to load up. Max looked at Jake,
rolled his eyes, and muttered something about getting a room. So,
our steamy moment was put on pause. I hid my embarrassment behind
my hair as we got out to help.
    Once all the equipment and instruments
were loaded, all of us, including Avery, smashed inside the old
Dodge van, off to Analog Controllers’ motel.
    The problem then became privacy. The
band was sharing one room with two queen size beds.
    Andrew claimed one, Max claimed the
other. Avery laughed from a chair in the corner. But I could tell
she felt sorry for me.
    “Take a walk?” Jake asked, nudging my
elbow.
    We strolled the empty corridors of the
motel, passing up ice machines and payphones. An older couple
passed us. They were both dripping water, wrapped in towels, and
holding hands, talking with one another in a way that said they had
been together for a very long time.
    “Sorry.” Jake murmured once they
passed.
    “For what?” I stopped
walking.
    “For not thinking ahead. For not being
able to finish what I started.” His eyes smoldered. “We could just
make out in the van?”
    I was standing in front of a glass
door. The one the older couple had passed through. Just beyond it
was the motels’ enclosed pool. I looked through the smoked glass at
the empty lounge chairs, the sparkling water, and pressed on the
door. It was unlocked. We walked inside and Jake pushed