Page 89 of Love is a Dance Step
But still, she couldn’t push him away. As his hands reached for hers, she squeezed him tighter. As he lifted her hands to the wall above her head, she nipped his bottom lip.
And as he rested his forehead against hers, all she could do was stare into the deep well of his blue eyes, wondering how she’d lived this long not knowing that kissing him could light a fire under her skin.
“I needed to kiss you,” Drew whispered, his chest heaving. “When I got off stage, I couldn’t find you, and all I wanted to do was feel you against me.”
“I’m right here.” She stared into his eyes in challenge, waiting for him to press his lips to hers once more.
A slow smile spread across his lips. “Challenge accepted.” This time, when he kissed her, the fire simmered low like he savored her. Gone was the desperation, the feeling that each kiss might be their last. They weren’t together, and Lola had no illusions of making this more than it was.
A secret.
Their secret.
Well, theirs and the woman currently clearing her throat.
Drew pulled away so quickly it was almost like he hadn’t been there at all. Jo stood watching them with a crease between her brows. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips.
“Hey, Joey.” Drew flashed her a grin.
A grin she didn’t return as cold eyes settled on Lola. “Drew, can I talk to you?”
His smile fell. “Yeah, uh, sure.” He looked to Lola like he was unsure how to proceed.
Lola could take a hint. With the kiss still burning on her lips, she walked away from him, knowing this was just another reminder of how stupid they’d been.
The problem was she’d spent her entire life doing the right thing, thinking of others before herself.
She’d earned a little stupid.
27
Drew
“What are you doing, Drew?” Jo tapped her foot.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Joey?” He smiled. “You’re glowing.” He reached for her and put a hand on her stomach like he’d done a million times before. “How’s our little bean doing tonight?”
She pushed his hand away. “My little bean. Mine. Not yours or Noah’s or Ben’s. And certainly not Dax’s.”
“Why the emphasis on Dax?” He laughed, imagining the quietest of the group having any opinion on Jo’s baby.
A growl sounded low in her throat. “This isn’t about Dax. You.” She poked him in the chest. “How many times have I had to hear about your rules?”
“Rules are meant to be broken, babe.”
“Don’t you sweet talk me, Drewsoph Stone.”
He choked on a laugh. “Drewsoph? You know that’s not a name, right? Drew is short for Andrew.”
“I. Don’t. Care.” She stepped toward him. “I am cranky.”
“Hormones,” he coughed.
She cut through him with a glare. “Yes, thank you, Drew. I am freaking hormonal. I had to stuff myself into a dress that only sort of hides the bump.”
She barely had a bump, but he wouldn’t contradict her now.
Jo continued. “I have to leave tour soon before people find out I’m going to have a baby with the biggest jerk in the world. And one of these days, it’ll be here. This little bean will be a real crying, poop machine. I’m walking proof of what happens when you break your own rules.”
