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was on hers. There was nothing soft or gentle about this kiss. It was filled with passion and longing that had been building up since the night they met. Her hands on his chest gripped his T-shirt, and she pulled him closer. When he groaned in pleasure, her desire for him climbed a few notches.
Jarrod grabbed her hair and she almost came on the spot. She knew Jarrod would be a demanding lover from hearing the guys talk, but this was so much better than her dreams. She slipped her hands to his shoulders, and sank her nails into his skin as his tongue met hers. His free hand cupped her ass and she rocked her pelvis into him. When she felt the hard length of him against her, she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders.
“Wow!” was all she had the strength to say as he pulled away from her. “Why did you stop?”
“Trish, this is not happening when you’re drunk. I’ve waited too damn long to take you and not have you remember any of it in the morning. Now, let’s get you home.” The logical part of her brain knew that he was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t help but feel the rejection down to her bones. She was well aware that without the whiskey, she would never have let that kiss happen, but it felt so right that she had lost herself in the moment. It was one she knew she would never forget , even if she probably should.
Present Day
Patricia
The bar was quiet, almost empty, which was fine with her because the last thing she wanted to do was have a forced conversation with some drunken idiot. Patricia sat down at the bar and ordered. She was on her second drink when Sam sat down next to her. “Drinking whiskey, must be something big keeping you here.” He motioned to the bartender to bring them another round.
“Something like that.” She knew she couldn’t hide her dilemma from Sam, but she didn’t feel like talking about why she was in the hotel bar and not in Jarrod’s bed. Honestly, she didn’t think she would be able to talk to him it, because she was having a hard time figuring out the answer herself.
“Was your date with Jarrod so bad that you need whiskey? Man, I thought the man had skills,” he asked her, laughing because they both knew Jarrod had more than skills.
“Very funny, Sam. The date was great. It was perfect, actually.” Perfect was the understatement of the century when it came to the night she had just spent with Jarrod. Everything had been amazing. The conversation had flowed nicely, not that she should be surprised. She knew she was the one holding them back, but she also felt like he didn’t understand everything that was at stake, everything that could be jeopardized by them going public.
“So, why are you sitting at the bar, alone, drinking whiskey?” And the million-dollar question she’d been dreading clouded her alcohol-induced buzz.
“Because I’m confused as hell and I think I might have made a wrong choice. We kissed, and God, it was so good, Sam, and when we got to my room, and I just couldn’t do it. All of the what-ifs played like a bad movie in my head, and I got scared.” And now she was sitting at a bar, thinking she’d just made the biggest mistake of her life instead of probably having the best sex of her life with the man she loved.
“Did you want him to go in?” he asked her without passing judgment. That was one of the things she loved most about Sam; he had the ability to listen to anyone’s problems and never pass judgment.
“More than anything, you know that. But it’s not that simple.” The words rolled off her tongue before she could stop them—not that she wanted to. For years, all she’d done was lie to herself and to others about her feelings for Jarrod, and she was tired of doing it. For once, she just wanted to be honest about what she felt.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked in a sympathetic tone.
“Because I kept thinking about the band, management, the label, the fans, and how selfish it would be of me to
Jarrod grabbed her hair and she almost came on the spot. She knew Jarrod would be a demanding lover from hearing the guys talk, but this was so much better than her dreams. She slipped her hands to his shoulders, and sank her nails into his skin as his tongue met hers. His free hand cupped her ass and she rocked her pelvis into him. When she felt the hard length of him against her, she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders.
“Wow!” was all she had the strength to say as he pulled away from her. “Why did you stop?”
“Trish, this is not happening when you’re drunk. I’ve waited too damn long to take you and not have you remember any of it in the morning. Now, let’s get you home.” The logical part of her brain knew that he was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t help but feel the rejection down to her bones. She was well aware that without the whiskey, she would never have let that kiss happen, but it felt so right that she had lost herself in the moment. It was one she knew she would never forget , even if she probably should.
Present Day
Patricia
The bar was quiet, almost empty, which was fine with her because the last thing she wanted to do was have a forced conversation with some drunken idiot. Patricia sat down at the bar and ordered. She was on her second drink when Sam sat down next to her. “Drinking whiskey, must be something big keeping you here.” He motioned to the bartender to bring them another round.
“Something like that.” She knew she couldn’t hide her dilemma from Sam, but she didn’t feel like talking about why she was in the hotel bar and not in Jarrod’s bed. Honestly, she didn’t think she would be able to talk to him it, because she was having a hard time figuring out the answer herself.
“Was your date with Jarrod so bad that you need whiskey? Man, I thought the man had skills,” he asked her, laughing because they both knew Jarrod had more than skills.
“Very funny, Sam. The date was great. It was perfect, actually.” Perfect was the understatement of the century when it came to the night she had just spent with Jarrod. Everything had been amazing. The conversation had flowed nicely, not that she should be surprised. She knew she was the one holding them back, but she also felt like he didn’t understand everything that was at stake, everything that could be jeopardized by them going public.
“So, why are you sitting at the bar, alone, drinking whiskey?” And the million-dollar question she’d been dreading clouded her alcohol-induced buzz.
“Because I’m confused as hell and I think I might have made a wrong choice. We kissed, and God, it was so good, Sam, and when we got to my room, and I just couldn’t do it. All of the what-ifs played like a bad movie in my head, and I got scared.” And now she was sitting at a bar, thinking she’d just made the biggest mistake of her life instead of probably having the best sex of her life with the man she loved.
“Did you want him to go in?” he asked her without passing judgment. That was one of the things she loved most about Sam; he had the ability to listen to anyone’s problems and never pass judgment.
“More than anything, you know that. But it’s not that simple.” The words rolled off her tongue before she could stop them—not that she wanted to. For years, all she’d done was lie to herself and to others about her feelings for Jarrod, and she was tired of doing it. For once, she just wanted to be honest about what she felt.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked in a sympathetic tone.
“Because I kept thinking about the band, management, the label, the fans, and how selfish it would be of me to
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