Page 76 of Love is a Dance Step
Something in her question forced him back, and he ran a hand through his unruly hair. “Because I have rules, Lola.” He turned away from her, the muscles in his back straining against the thin white t-shirt. A pair of plaid boxers sat low on his hips, revealing toned legs, dancer’s legs.
Lola wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel every part of him, but something in his voice held her back. “I had rules too, Drew.” Don’t fall for another Stone brother. Keep her lips to herself on this tour. And, oh yeah, don’t fall for another freaking Stone brother. She hadn’t broken the rules… yet. There was no falling, only a need. A need to feel his touch, to know why she could connect with him and no one else while dancing.
To kiss him again.
He walked farther into the room and sat on the edge of his bed. Reaching toward the lamp on the table, he switched it on, illuminating the king-sized bed in the center of the suite. The room was three times as large as Lola’s with a sitting area and full mini bar.
An uncomfortable silence hung between them as they stood on the precipice together. “You kissed me back.” She knew he did. This wasn’t all in her head. She’d felt him surrender to her.
“I have rules, Lola.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head.
“You said that already.” She stepped between his legs and put two fingers under his chin to tilt his head up.
He looked at her through hooded eyes. “Don’t do this.”
One corner of her mouth tilted up. “Then, tell me to leave.” She’d never been so bold, so brazen in her life, but something about tonight, about dancing on that stage gave her the courage, the confidence she’d never had.
He groaned low in his throat as his fingers wrapped around her wrist.
It was all the confirmation she needed before she leaned down, fusing their mouths together in a searing kiss she felt in every nerve ending.
Lola had only experienced a few kisses in her life, but none of them compared to Drew’s. He pulled her down onto the bed, his fingertips running along the skin under the bottom edge of her shirt.
“What are these rules?” she said against his lips.
He sighed and pulled away. “I don’t sleep with people on my tours.”
“I don’t want to be the reason you break any promises to yourself.” She hadn’t come to his room in the middle of the night for sex. This was an experienced rock star, and she was a nineteen-year-old small town virgin. All she’d wanted was to know what his kiss would be like, to feel how it was to give in to the urge they’d both suppressed.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you.” His lips grazed her cheek.
“Then, don’t.”
When his lips met hers once more, she smiled against him, feeling for the first time that she belonged here on this tour.
23
Drew
After a concert, Drew normally slept like the dead. When he’d heard knocking on his door, it took him a while to fully wake enough to answer it.
But now, he couldn’t imagine falling asleep.
Lola lay on her side, grinning up at him with hair falling out of her bun and color rising in her cheeks. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Also only nineteen.
And his brother’s best friend… and maybe more.
A dancer on his tour.
And a girl who couldn’t possibly know what she did to him.
“You’re staring.” Her eyes narrowed. “Keep your eyes to yourself, mister.” She held the cards fanned out in her hand closer to her chest.
Drew would have been happy kissing her all night, but he also wanted to listen to her speak and to hear her laugh. Now, at two in the morning, they had an epic round of Uno going.
What kind of rock star brought an Uno deck on tour? Him, apparently.
