They sat together on the couch in silence for several moments and Teagan sensed he was trying as hard as she was to pull it together, to beat down the horny beasts clamoring for release.
“I don’t jump into bed with strangers,” she said when the silence became unbearable. Then she instantly regretted her words, realizing how they sounded. “I mean, I’m not implying that you do. I’m just saying that I don’t.”
“I understand, Teagan. In fact, I think with that line you sort of solidified my respect for you. It’s been growing since last night and dammit, now you’ve got it—
hook, line and sinker.”
She laughed at his apparent disgruntlement. “Respect is a bad thing?”
“I really want to fuck you.”
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“Now you’ve lost me.”
“I got out of a shitty relationship a while back. Since then, I’ve been keeping my affairs light, emotionless. Rather disrespectful of me, I guess you could say.”
“Not if the women you were—” She struggled to find her next word. She was certain Sky was discussing sex, but she couldn’t bring herself to imagine him with another woman in that way. “If the women you were dating knew it was all just for fun, then that’s not really disrespectful.”
“They knew where I stood,” he said. “I just don’t think that stopped them from wanting and hoping for more.”
“Ah, I see.” She’d been right to stop him. Her body was currently reading her the riot act, but her mind was sighing with relief. She’d obviously had a near miss because, after talking to Sky, she knew there was no way she could give her body to him and hope to retain her pride as well.
But, dammit, she was chomping at the bit to learn more. Riley was right. There was no doubt in her mind Sky could teach her all sorts of things she desperately wanted to learn. “I think I may be in over my head here.”
“Join the club,” he murmured.
The awkward silence descended again.
“So what do we do now?” she asked.
“Now, I guess we write music.”
* * * * *
When Sky glanced out the window, he was startled to realize night had fallen. He and Teagan had thrown themselves into their work and it dawned on him the pent-up passion of their unfinished interlude this afternoon seemed to have made its way out and onto the pages before them.
Teagan wasn’t just a good songwriter. She was a brilliant one. He’d worked with countless musicians in the past, but none of them had her talent, her ability to create 58
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words and melodies that jumped off the page. He was also enthralled by her skill with the guitar. He’d spent the better part of the day watching her fingers strum the strings with a soft touch that left his cock stiff as a pike. A few minutes in the shower would have relieved at least a bit of his need, but he couldn’t make himself leave her for even that long. He was afraid of breaking the spell surrounding them. He’d written more music in the past six hours than he had in the last six months. She’d broken through his writer’s block and he felt rejuvenated, refreshed, ready to take on the world. They’d made decent headway on at least three songs and he was certain each and every one of them would be a hit.
She put the guitar down and reached up, kneading her neck in an attempt to rub out some of the stiffness. He rose and stepped behind her, massaging the kinks.
She leaned her head forward and groaned. “I can’t tell you how good that feels.” He grinned, and then looked toward the stairs that led to the pub below. Her siblings had come up at various points during the day. Riley had brought them both a plate of tonight’s dinner special. He looked at the empty plates on the coffee table and tried to remember consuming the food. At the time, they’d been so engrossed on finessing the words of the chorus they’d been working on, he honestly couldn’t recall now what they’d eaten.
“What time is it?” she muttered as he continued
“I don’t jump into bed with strangers,” she said when the silence became unbearable. Then she instantly regretted her words, realizing how they sounded. “I mean, I’m not implying that you do. I’m just saying that I don’t.”
“I understand, Teagan. In fact, I think with that line you sort of solidified my respect for you. It’s been growing since last night and dammit, now you’ve got it—
hook, line and sinker.”
She laughed at his apparent disgruntlement. “Respect is a bad thing?”
“I really want to fuck you.”
57
Mari Carr
“Now you’ve lost me.”
“I got out of a shitty relationship a while back. Since then, I’ve been keeping my affairs light, emotionless. Rather disrespectful of me, I guess you could say.”
“Not if the women you were—” She struggled to find her next word. She was certain Sky was discussing sex, but she couldn’t bring herself to imagine him with another woman in that way. “If the women you were dating knew it was all just for fun, then that’s not really disrespectful.”
“They knew where I stood,” he said. “I just don’t think that stopped them from wanting and hoping for more.”
“Ah, I see.” She’d been right to stop him. Her body was currently reading her the riot act, but her mind was sighing with relief. She’d obviously had a near miss because, after talking to Sky, she knew there was no way she could give her body to him and hope to retain her pride as well.
But, dammit, she was chomping at the bit to learn more. Riley was right. There was no doubt in her mind Sky could teach her all sorts of things she desperately wanted to learn. “I think I may be in over my head here.”
“Join the club,” he murmured.
The awkward silence descended again.
“So what do we do now?” she asked.
“Now, I guess we write music.”
* * * * *
When Sky glanced out the window, he was startled to realize night had fallen. He and Teagan had thrown themselves into their work and it dawned on him the pent-up passion of their unfinished interlude this afternoon seemed to have made its way out and onto the pages before them.
Teagan wasn’t just a good songwriter. She was a brilliant one. He’d worked with countless musicians in the past, but none of them had her talent, her ability to create 58
Ruby Tuesday
words and melodies that jumped off the page. He was also enthralled by her skill with the guitar. He’d spent the better part of the day watching her fingers strum the strings with a soft touch that left his cock stiff as a pike. A few minutes in the shower would have relieved at least a bit of his need, but he couldn’t make himself leave her for even that long. He was afraid of breaking the spell surrounding them. He’d written more music in the past six hours than he had in the last six months. She’d broken through his writer’s block and he felt rejuvenated, refreshed, ready to take on the world. They’d made decent headway on at least three songs and he was certain each and every one of them would be a hit.
She put the guitar down and reached up, kneading her neck in an attempt to rub out some of the stiffness. He rose and stepped behind her, massaging the kinks.
She leaned her head forward and groaned. “I can’t tell you how good that feels.” He grinned, and then looked toward the stairs that led to the pub below. Her siblings had come up at various points during the day. Riley had brought them both a plate of tonight’s dinner special. He looked at the empty plates on the coffee table and tried to remember consuming the food. At the time, they’d been so engrossed on finessing the words of the chorus they’d been working on, he honestly couldn’t recall now what they’d eaten.
“What time is it?” she muttered as he continued
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