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“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head. “It was.”
We lay still, listening to the ocean with no need to speak. I closed my eyes and just felt what was happening between us. The moment was too big for words. And that was okay. Sometimes, the harmony existed within the silence.
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Sand Pancakes
“The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. Or, in my case, start a new book.”
~Emily Lane
Emily
Raising my hands over my head, I yawned, my body super sore from the shenanigans Jake and I had gotten up to last night both on the beach and after we snuck into the beach house.
God, it’d been epic.
He’d literally rocked my world. I was dizzy from the experience, my limbs still tingling from the multiple orgasms Jake had given me. Last night I realized I’d never had an orgasm with a man—but nowI had … with Jake. The memory of his intensity made my heart race, but the emptiness of the bed beside me caught me off guard.
Looking around Jake’s room, I took a deep breath, sucking in the salty beach air coming in through the open window. They gave him the master off the side of the beach house with its own patio and bathroom, complete with a Jacuzzi tub. It was luxurious, but without him here, it felt hollow.
It was quiet; Jake must be in the kitchen or with the rest of the band.What time was it?I grinned. I’d had so much fun I didn’t even know the time! Take that, Lizzy Bennet!
Time would only tell, though, if this rockstar could be my Darcy. It scared me to think about, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted it. The fun, the companionship and certainly the sex! Could I fall in love with someone like him? The idea of wanting someone so untouchable made my chest tighten with fear.
What would it be like dating a rockstar? Especially one as sexy as him, with groupies and women draping themselves all over him. Would I be able to trust him on tour and working wherever in the world he was? Or would it turn me into a basket case? The uncertainty gnawed at me, threatening to overshadow the magic of last night.
Long distance would suck. But, oh, that dick might be worth it!
That’sifit was even something he wanted. I’d ferret out how he felt over coffee. Speaking of coffee ….
Sliding from beneath the covers, I shuffled around until I found my sarong and slipped it around my body, my ridiculousunderwear nowhere in sight. Going commando felt like a metaphor for my vulnerability, making me feel exposed.
Leaving the room, I went in search of my rockstar hookup. The beach house was so huge—more like a beach mansion.
I went from one room to the next, dodging sleeping bodies scattered on the floor like casualties strewn on the battlefield. Wow, these guys really liked to party. The aftermath of their revelry was in stark contrast with the intimacy I’d shared with Jake.
Walking through the house, I searched the kitchen and the living room, but found Zara on the patio, asleep, draped across a canopied wicker chaise. I sat next to her, shaking her awake. She jerked, her eyes popping as wide as quarters. Realizing it was me sitting next to her, she grinned and sat up.
“Hello there,Care Bear,” she said the nickname slow and exaggerated, trying to mimic Jake’s voice; her teasing made me smile.
“Shut up!” I punched her arm, blushing.
Zara sighed, leaning back with such a relaxed look on her face. “Last night was so much fun.”
“Did you and Rowan have a good time?” I asked, ribbing her.
She arched an eyebrow. “How about you and Mr. Steele? Care to kiss and tell?”
I dropped my face into my hands and fell into her, giggling hysterically. It was hard enough thinking about what happened, but actuallytalkingabout it?
“Oh, my God, Zara! Things like this don’t happen to me,” I cried into my hands, the words coming out with hysterical joy. How did I explain what it felt like between us? How he’d sung to me, and I'd actuallysangto him? It’d been like stepping into one of my romance novels, and I was terrified it was all a dream.
“I hate to break it to you, Em, but they do now. Judging by your expression, I guess his reputation is well-deserved.”
My heart stopped. “Reputation?” I pulled away from her, tilting my head in confusion.
