Heart of the Music (Saints & Sinners #1) Read Free Page B

couple of days, and I’ll be able to get more sleep.” He laughed because they both knew that was a lie.
    “Trish, it never calms down. When it’s not interviews, it’s shows and travel time. When was the last time you went out on a date?” He realized it was a selfish thing to ask, but he didn’t care. This thing between them was getting out of control, and it was becoming harder and harder not to act on it. Finding reasons not to take what he wanted had been easy five years ago, but justifying staying away from her wasn’t as easy as it used to be.
    “I date…,” she whispered, looking at him from the corner of her eye. When he stared back with a look that said, ‘Don’t bullshit me,’ he watched her swallow her pride. “Okay, so maybe I don’t actually date. It’s not like men are falling at my door here, Jar.”
    “Maybe one would if you would give it a shot,” was all he said. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Round one was definitely his tonight.
    The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet. When they got to her room, she took out her key and opened the door. Before she got the chance to kick him out, he leaned against the doorframe, one foot inside her room.
    “Okay, you brought me back to the hotel, saving yourself from Sam’s wrath. Now you can go see what the bar has to offer in terms of female diversity tonight.”
    He didn’t give her a chance to stop him; he pushed his way inside, smiling from ear to ear. “Nah, I’m good right here. Plus, Sam said you hadn’t slept since the tour started, so I’m going to stay right here until you’re sound asleep.” And there it was, the look that gave her away every time, the one that said being alone with him was a test on her control and restraint.
    He watched her walk to the chair by the window, his eyes glued to her swaying, tempting hips. When she took off her jacket, a wave of lust hit him, making it fucking hard to breathe. “Damn.” Her entire back was on display for him, calling to him like a siren’s song.
    As soon as the word was out of his mouth, she spun around to look at him “What? What is it?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes. He walked toward her, took her hand in his, and turned her around so that she faced the window.
    “Thank God you had a jacket on, or else I would have been late for the show.” She tried to turn, but he held her in place. He took his time letting his hands roam over her bare back. God, she had the softest skin he’d ever felt. He could spend the rest of his life touching her and he would die a happy man.
    “It’s just a shirt, Jarrod, not a Victoria’s Secret runway show,” she whispered.
    “This shirt has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you in. You’re so damn sexy, and you don’t even seem to know it.” And that pissed him off. Her body made him want to do things he shouldn’t, but he was just a man, and there was only so much temptation a man could resist.
    “Okay, enough, Romeo,” she said, pulling away from his grip. “Seriously, you are not staying here until I fall asleep. I'm not a child,” she argued, walking to the bathroom.
    Still facing the window, he went in for the kill. The one good thing about waiting for five years for her was that he knew exactly what made her tick. “Afraid to be alone with me?”
    He heard her laugh from the bathroom. “You wish, Banks, you wish.” She could deny it until her last breath, but he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
    When she came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Jarrod thought his heart might jump out of his chest. She wore his old Alabama T-shirt that he had given her years ago. He kept quiet, aware she’d would be uncomfortable if he spoke; but that didn’t stop him from admiring the vision standing in front of him.
     
    Patricia
     
    She had never felt more stupid in her entire life. Of all the things to sleep in, the only thing