Page 69 of Axe-ing for Trouble
“I have to ask,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you come home with me that night at the bar?”
That was easy. “Because you’re good-looking,” I replied. “And kind. And when I saw you up on that stage, those big hands on that guitar, I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the thought of what they could do to my body.”
His eyes flashed, igniting like blue flames, and then we were toe to toe, so close I could feel the heat radiating from him.
“Did my hands live up to your expectations?”
I could write a series of erotic novels about those hands. But I didn’t want to show all my cards. So I lifted my chin and kept my expression even. “Yes. They exceeded them.”
He grinned down at me. The satisfaction there made me want to kiss that stupid expression right off his smug face.
“I answered your question, so now I’ve got one for you. Why did you take me home?”
He crossed his arms again.
Fuck, the suspenders only made this hotter.
“Because I’m used to playing in front of a crowd. I’m used to the scrutiny. And I’m used to being hit on. Women are always interested in the quiet guy who plays the guitar.”
I gave him a dramatic eye roll. Yes, I could only imagine the hordes of women who threw themselves at him every time he picked up a damn guitar.
“But when I saw you, when our eyes locked. Shit—” He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought ‘she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’”
A gasp escaped me, my knees buckling. That wasnotwhat I was expecting.
“And when we wrapped, I had to talk to you, to be near you.”
“I felt the same way,” I replied softly, my head spinning. What was it about this man that made every single cell in my body wild with lust?
“And then—”
Cheeks heating, I dropped my gaze to my feet and interrupted him. “Oh, I know what happened next. Trust me, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Really?” He scratched the back of his neck, head bowed, and peered at me, a lock of hair falling into his face. “You think about that night?”
“All the fucking time,” I yelled, stomping a foot. “God, men are so dumb. It’s like you don’t get it at all.”
Before I knew what was happening, he’d looped an arm around my waist and tipped my chin up.
“Trouble, be quiet.”
I gaped at him, incensed. “You don’t just tell a woman to be quiet, Jude.”
“You do when you want to kiss her,” he replied, lowering his mouth to mine.
Chapter22
Jude
Icouldn’t stop myself. I wished I could. I wished I was strong and noble.
But I wasn’t.
I was weak.
And Mila was the cause.
I cupped her cheek, caressing her smooth skin with my thumb, relishing the way her eyes widened.
