Caleb's tongue scorched the inside of her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Everything faded away leaving only the two of them and a kiss that trumped any she had ever had in her life. It went on and on, stealing her breath and making her nipples harden and her pussy tingle. She held on for dear life as the world spun around her.Then, with the same suddenness he broke the contact and lowered her to her feet. She stared at him through glazed eyes, trying to make her brain function again."What-""What is the right word." He took two steps back, putting distance between them. "I'm sorry. That was a mistake"Jasmine licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering there, as she struggled to get her breathing under control."It didn't feel like a mistake to me." Shut up, Jasmine. You know it was a mistake. Wrong guy, wrong time."Trust me, it is." He had rearranged his features into his perfected expressionless mask again. "But-""Listen," he interrupted. "There
I'm a goddamned fool.Caleb would have slammed his door except he didn't want Jasmine to come running and ask what was wrong. How could he tell her that what was wrong was his off the charts desire for her. A desire it had taken every bit of his self control to sit on for the past two weeks. How was it possible there was such a strong pull between them? He hadn't felt a damn thing for anyone for more than a year. He should have turned around and walked out that first day but instead he'd stayed and punished himself by wanting her with every cell in his body. He wanted to plunge himself inside her while he sucked on one of her nipples. Would the tip be rosy pink or a deeper color? Asshole that he was, he lay in this bed too many nights since he'd taken this gig and imagined her naked, her body next to him, warm and pliant and as hungry for him as he was for her. His senses were still filled with the scent of vanilla and roses, clinging to his clothes from when he'd had her body press
Caleb was waiting in the great room, hands in his pockets staring out the window.He's mad about the kiss. He blames me. No, he blames himself.She wanted to bang her head against the wall. Instead she gathered up all her materials she'd need and her precious McPherson guitar, her large tote purse and pasted a smile on her face."Ready when you are," she sang out, determined to be cheerful. This was a big day for her and she wasn't going to let Caleb's attitude diminish it."Fine." He turned to face her, his face a careful mask. "Give me the address and I'll plug it into my GPS app."The trip to Austin was accomplished mostly in silence. Jasmine and Caleb did their coffee routine in a silence that she had a hard time figuring out. They had driven for about a half an hour when she decided this was never going to work."Maybe I should call Aron and tell him we need someone else. Or Carson might know someone."The tightening of his grip on the steering wheel was the only indication
What the fuck was that all about? Even before what Caleb referred to in his mind as the disaster he'd never had more than a sexual pull toward any woman. But watching Jasmine, listening to her, seeing the joy in her face, he wanted to sweep her into his arms, hold her tight and make all the bad memories go away. He knew he was seeing something special here.She was born to this."She sure was," Carson agreed.Caleb startled, not realizing he'd spoken his thoughts aloud."Sorry, I, uh, -""No problem. Glad to see you appreciate what we've got here. Okay, I'm moving along. Call me if you need anything."Hours later, even with his butt sore from sitting and his stomach protesting the excess consumption of coffee, he was stunned to realize how much time had passed. How his attention had been captured by the electric quality of the music. Of Jasmine's songs. Before he left Carson had flipped the switches so he could hear everything in the booth. Even with all the stops and starts, wit
Jasmine threaded her hands into Caleb's hair, holding his head in place, her soft little moans like music to his ears. When he had taken his fill he locked his gaze with hers, reading in her eyes the same intense desire and need that gripped every bit of his body."If I try to stand up any longer," he told her in a shaky voice, "I'm afraid I'll fall to the floor. I need to take this someplace more conducive to what I have in mind.""And what is that?" Her lips curved in a sensuous smile.He put his mouth to her ear. "I'm going to lick and taste every inch of this gorgeous body and then I'm going to fuck you until neither of us has breath left." He yanked back the covers on her bed and placed her on the sheets. His hands trembled a bit as he got rid of her sandals and jeans, drawing the denim slowly down her legs so his knuckles could caress the satiny skin. And that left only a tiny scrap of lace that passed for her panties. He thought for sure his heart would stop beating. It too
Jasmine couldn't ever remember being this excited, even when she'd first signed with Carson and she was high on the takeoff of her career. Afternoons and evenings-sometimes until three in the morning-she worked in the studio with the band nailing down the new material. Nights, no matter how late they got back to the hotel, she and Caleb made incredible love and then she slept in his arms.The morning following that first night she'd been startled and amazed when she woke up in bed with Caleb. On the one hand she wanted to just cuddle up with him and shut out the world. On the other she was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Caleb to tell her what a big mistake it was. To even have the nerve to apologize. And then to tell Carson he'd have to find another bodyguard.But whatever drew them together, against all odds also kept them bound together. She knew he was still finding his way out of his voluntary isolation. She was still on tiptoes making sure she didn't do something
The first thing Jasmine did was strip of her clothing and step into the big tiled shower, washing away what she called rehearsal dust. The water cascaded over her in streams while she stood there letting the water wash away the fatigue and tension of the past two weeks. She was standing there with her eyes closed, face upturned, when she heard the door slide open and the next thing she knew warm arms wrapped around her and she was pulled tight against a hard male body. Hard in a lot of ways.He slid one hand over her shoulder and down to palm a breast, hefting it in his hand, squeezing the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Electricity shot straight to her core and she had to squeeze her thighs together. "Like that?" His deep voice sent little ripples through her. When he kissed her cheek and nibbled on her neck down to her shoulder the sensations set up a pulsing in her sex. With one muscular arm banding her to his body it was impossible to miss the hard thickness of his cock p
Caleb had been in very sophisticated cockpits when he was in Special Forces. He'd been in a couple of control towers as part of a mission. But the setup at TruSound Studios blew his mind. The sound booth was three times as large and four times as complicated as the one where they'd been rehearsing. Jasmine had told him this was where she'd recorded her other albums and he realized what Carson meant about spending a penny to make a penny. This was the elite of recording studios, no doubt about it.Greg and Hitch, the sound engineers, greeted Jasmine with bear hugs, shook hands with the band and acknowledged the introduction to the new bass player. They didn't seem the least bit phased when Jasmine introduced Caleb as her bodyguard. It seemed a lot of people knew the story of what happened with Cobra."Damn, Jasmine," Greg teased. "I'd have guarded your body for nothing. He winked and said to Caleb, "Just joking, guy. We've been recording Jas since Carson brought her in here to do her