Page 54 of The Librarian and the Rock Star

“Oh good,” I said with mock relief, “Because I’d be a horrible groupie. I didn’t even know the name of your band when we met, and I don’t even have your rare British EP.”

Jack’s eyes widened with glee. “You’re snarky. I dig snarky.” He kissed me with a ferocious intensity, pressing me completely against him, backing me against the couch. I felt all of the air fall out of me – a hollow shell that he was filling with his energy. I’d never known how good it felt to be overpowered, taken. Maybe it really was addictive.

His lips moved to my throat, and I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin a tiny bit. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “It’s scary how much I want you.”

“Yes,” I shivered as he kissed the hollow of my throat. “It almost hurts how much my body wants yours.”

He stopped, looking into my eyes. “But what about your mind?” he asked very seriously.

I smiled, and hoped that he didn’t see the tension in my eyes. “It wants you too. It just reminds me not to fall for you ass over teakettle until I know you a little better.”

He studied my face for another moment, then shrugged. “Good enough for now,” he muttered, before claiming my lips again.

His phone rang with Kelly’s special ring again, and he made an irritated growl as he checked the text. “Dammit. We only have an hour and a half to get to your place to grab some clothes, and get to the plane.”

“It takes a lot longer than that to get to the airport,” I said, starting to panic. Toronto traffic is constantly a joke that’s not funny, and the thirty-minute drive to the airport often took an hour and a half.

“Nah, we’re going to the one downtown. Private plane.”

Good grief, I thought. Fancy hotels, private planes, popping off to another city for the weekend at a moment’s notice. Who the hell was I anymore?

32. Come Fly With Me

This is so unlike me , I thought as we strolled across the tarmac to the small private plane. Jack had explained in the cab that we were taking the record companies jet because their Montreal office needed it later tonight anyway. Apparently any time the plane was making an empty flight, any artist on their roster can request a ride.

Obviously, since she set up the six pm interview, Kelly booked Jack for this flight.

I was looking for something different, I thought to myself as I climbed up the steps and into the plane. But this? This might be a little bit too much. The jet was lavish, with seats for around twenty people, and decorated in silver and dark stained wood. Jack ushered me to a window seat.

This can’t be real, I thought, as a beautiful blonde woman checked that my seat belt was securely buckled, and tucked my purse under my seat for me. Jack took my hand, and smiled reassuringly, before turning to our hostess.

“Cheryl, how long is the flight?”

“Just under an hour, sir.”

“Are we the only passengers?”

“Yes, sir. The wifi password today is Montreal123.”

“There’s wifi on the plane?” I asked, incredulous.

“Yes, miss. We feature inflight wifi on most private planes now.”

“After takeoff, we’ll probably take a little nap,” Jack said. “We might ring you in a while for coffee and snacks, okay?”

She nodded to him knowingly. “Of course sir, I’ll see that you’re not disturbed. Just be sure that you keep your seatbelts on until the light turns off.” She gave a saucy little smile, then went up to the cockpit, closing the door tightly behind her.

I leaned over and whispered, “What was that about?”

“As soon as we take off and can unbuckle, you’re going to sit on my lap so that I can make love with you.” He pinned me with his gaze and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I laughed, assuming he was joking until I noticed the intense flash of his dark eyes. Oh my, he was serious. “Um, no,” I said. “There is no way I could do that knowing they might be watching on the security cameras.”

“Okay.” He stuck his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout, but his eyes were laughing.

The engines kicked in, and we sped down the runway. When the wheels lifted, my stomach lurched, and Jack must have heard the hitch in my breathing. He grabbed my hand. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Takeoff gives me a chill. I’ll be fine in a minute.”

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