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tucked his semi-erect prick back in his jeans, and pulled up the zipper. Carly stuffed her luscious tits back in her bra, and her fingers struggled to do up the buttons on her shirt. He helped her, and his reward was a dazzling, sweet smile that shot straight to his little-used heart, giving it a decided zap.
Gio walked into the room. Brogan glanced at Carly. It was bleedin' obvious what they'd been doing. Their clothes were still slightly askew, they were both flushed, and the unmistakable odor of hot, musky sex hung in the air. He turned his head to gaze at Gio.
Gio gave him an I'm-going-to-kick-your-arse glare. "It's Nigel. He wants to talk to Carly right away. Like now." His intense gaze never wavered from Brogan.
Carly jumped to her feet and walked out of the room with Gio.
"What are you playing at, boss? You want to get burned… by Byrne?"
"Funny, Gio. Let me handle it, I know what I'm doing," she whispered hoarsely. They closed the door behind them.
Brogan heard their exchange, and his face broke into a wide smile. He was alive, more than he had been for years. He flopped onto the sofa as his limbs still snapped and sizzled with lustful awareness. His legs were shaky, and he was still feckin' hard. He wanted her in all ways, and the revelation shocked him. Could there be something between them, something more than the obvious? He crossed his arms and he frowned. This was one of his many weaknesses. He fell too fast for the lasses. Well, certain lasses anyway. What in the hell was he playing at? At first he wanted to seduce her for the sport of it, put her on her knees in front of him like he had so many other women. He didn't want that anymore. He liked sitting with Carly talking quietly, he liked her company, and he liked her, liked her a lot. This was getting dangerous. No one could heal him or undo the scarring on his heart and soul. His thoughts drifted to Tarrah. How could his life ever be worthy of her sacrifice? He knew his life would never be worth it. No one knew his guilt, his pain, and no one ever would.
Chapter Seven
Carly heard the knock at her hotel room door. It was Byrne. She sensed his damned sexy aura and could smell his enticing, spicy masculine scent. If she were smart she wouldn't give him access. She had never claimed to be clever when it came to hot, handsome men. She'd made a couple of mistakes in the past, and she had the sick feeling Byrne could be her biggest mistake of all. The concert tonight had been one of his best on the tour. His glorious voice, stage presence, and performance were off the charts. Everything clicked. She basked in the love and adulation of the Montreal fans. Hell, if she had a lighter on her, she would have held it up as well. The man truly had a talent. Another knock brought her back to the present. Fuck it. Why fight it ? She opened the door.
Byrne had showered, and his hair was still slightly damp. His white shirt hung open, teasing her with a glimpse of rugged, muscular chest. He wore skintight brown leather pants and held an ice bucket with cans of Pepsi and two glasses.
He smiled. "Thought we'd celebrate. It was a bloody great concert, wouldn't you say?"
Carly stepped aside and bade him enter, then closed the door behind him. "Yes, it was fantastic. Too bad the tour is almost over. You're on a roll now."
Byrne set the ice bucket and glasses on the desk. "There is only Washington DC left. I've been on the road for more than year. I don't know if I'll be able to take it easy."
Carly reached for a can, pulled the tab off, and poured it in both glasses. She handed one to him. Their fingers brushed by each other, and the electric current tore through her body from the touch. She bit her lip and clinked glasses with him. "Cheers. You deserve a rest. Relax, write some music, and continue to recover from your… ah…"
Byrne cocked his eyebrow. "Addictions? My arse-hole behavior? My selfish indulgences?"
She couldn't help but smile. "Yes, all of
Gio walked into the room. Brogan glanced at Carly. It was bleedin' obvious what they'd been doing. Their clothes were still slightly askew, they were both flushed, and the unmistakable odor of hot, musky sex hung in the air. He turned his head to gaze at Gio.
Gio gave him an I'm-going-to-kick-your-arse glare. "It's Nigel. He wants to talk to Carly right away. Like now." His intense gaze never wavered from Brogan.
Carly jumped to her feet and walked out of the room with Gio.
"What are you playing at, boss? You want to get burned… by Byrne?"
"Funny, Gio. Let me handle it, I know what I'm doing," she whispered hoarsely. They closed the door behind them.
Brogan heard their exchange, and his face broke into a wide smile. He was alive, more than he had been for years. He flopped onto the sofa as his limbs still snapped and sizzled with lustful awareness. His legs were shaky, and he was still feckin' hard. He wanted her in all ways, and the revelation shocked him. Could there be something between them, something more than the obvious? He crossed his arms and he frowned. This was one of his many weaknesses. He fell too fast for the lasses. Well, certain lasses anyway. What in the hell was he playing at? At first he wanted to seduce her for the sport of it, put her on her knees in front of him like he had so many other women. He didn't want that anymore. He liked sitting with Carly talking quietly, he liked her company, and he liked her, liked her a lot. This was getting dangerous. No one could heal him or undo the scarring on his heart and soul. His thoughts drifted to Tarrah. How could his life ever be worthy of her sacrifice? He knew his life would never be worth it. No one knew his guilt, his pain, and no one ever would.
Chapter Seven
Carly heard the knock at her hotel room door. It was Byrne. She sensed his damned sexy aura and could smell his enticing, spicy masculine scent. If she were smart she wouldn't give him access. She had never claimed to be clever when it came to hot, handsome men. She'd made a couple of mistakes in the past, and she had the sick feeling Byrne could be her biggest mistake of all. The concert tonight had been one of his best on the tour. His glorious voice, stage presence, and performance were off the charts. Everything clicked. She basked in the love and adulation of the Montreal fans. Hell, if she had a lighter on her, she would have held it up as well. The man truly had a talent. Another knock brought her back to the present. Fuck it. Why fight it ? She opened the door.
Byrne had showered, and his hair was still slightly damp. His white shirt hung open, teasing her with a glimpse of rugged, muscular chest. He wore skintight brown leather pants and held an ice bucket with cans of Pepsi and two glasses.
He smiled. "Thought we'd celebrate. It was a bloody great concert, wouldn't you say?"
Carly stepped aside and bade him enter, then closed the door behind him. "Yes, it was fantastic. Too bad the tour is almost over. You're on a roll now."
Byrne set the ice bucket and glasses on the desk. "There is only Washington DC left. I've been on the road for more than year. I don't know if I'll be able to take it easy."
Carly reached for a can, pulled the tab off, and poured it in both glasses. She handed one to him. Their fingers brushed by each other, and the electric current tore through her body from the touch. She bit her lip and clinked glasses with him. "Cheers. You deserve a rest. Relax, write some music, and continue to recover from your… ah…"
Byrne cocked his eyebrow. "Addictions? My arse-hole behavior? My selfish indulgences?"
She couldn't help but smile. "Yes, all of
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