Page 9 of Meant To Be - Irresistible Bachelors

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, too. In fact, I was excited when Rocky told me we would be going on tour together,” I say.

He raises an eyebrow. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that? I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

I hurry to add, “I think he’s right about us being complementary to each other.”

“I think he’s right too,” he agrees with a smirk.

I glance down at the towel wrapped around his waist and immediately spot the outline of his bulging shaft beneath the towel. My eyes grow wide, and my heart beats even faster. Oh gosh, it looks humongous! Hopefully, he doesn’t notice that I’m staring. I should probably look away, but I can’t; it’s like I’m caught in a trance. His tantalizing figure is enticing me.

Naughty thoughts are running through my mind, but I know they shouldn’t be. I need to leave before I make the mistake of acting on one of them. My brain is telling me to go, but my feet won’t move. It’s almost as if his icy blue eyes have me frozen in place. His incredible body is getting me hot and bothered. I take another sip of the Evian water, but it isn’t enough to cool off the steamy thoughts racing through my mind.

“That’s one hell of an outfit,” he says, still eyeing my body. The trance is broken, and I glance down at the skin-tight bodysuit I’m wearing.

“Yeah, it’s something my stylist picked out for me. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be wearing something like this,” I explain.

“You look great in it.”

“You think so?” I ask bashfully.

“Yeah, I do,” he nods.

Our eyes lock, and I feel fluttering in my stomach.

He slowly walks toward me, the towel around his waist barely clinging on. One wrong step could expose his bulging cock. I look away even though I secretly wish the towel would fall. He stands before me, and I inhale his scent.

I try to keep my cool, but being this close to him makes me want to caress his moist muscles. I take a step back and stumble into an end table next to the white suede couch. He wraps his hands around my waist to catch me from falling. I giggle nervously as I stare into his piercing eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yes,” I mutter, still feeling nervous.

His touch is warm and makes my entire body feel tingly all over. I wish I could stay in his grasp forever.

“Good, I’m glad,” he whispers as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

The sparks between us are becoming more intense; I can feel them surging through my veins.

Time slows down as I stand in his grasp, and I almost forget that I’m going on stage any minute now. His scent intoxicates me, and my knees become weak. I don’t know what’s happening between us right now, but I’m loving every second of it. I want to feel his lips pressed against mine, but kissing him would be too risky. It’s only the first night of our tour. If I kiss him now and he rejects me, this will be the longest two months of my life. Our gaze is broken by a knock at the door. He releases me as we both turn toward it.

“Yeah,” he calls out.

“Ten more minutes, Mr. Colt,” a woman announces from the other side of the door.

“Alright.” He turns toward me as he adds, “I should probably get dressed.”

“Right,” I giggle nervously.

I head toward the door, leaving the half-naked rock star behind. Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I turn around to catch one last glimpse of him.

“Good luck tonight.”

“Same to you,” he smiles.

I scurry out the door, trying to hide my rosy cheeks.

The door slams behind me as I hurry down the hall. My heart is still racing, and my head is still swirling. His touch was warm, and outside of his grasp, my body shivers. I couldn’t have been imagining the sparks that were flying between us; the electricity I felt had to have been real. Nothing happened between us, but the intense way he stared into my eyes makes me wonder if something could happen in the future.

I try to get Leo out of my mind, but I can’t seem to think of anything else. I take another sip of water, and this time, it helps my smoking hot thoughts simmer down. How am I supposed to get through a two-month tour with Leo when all I want to do is kiss his soft lips? I don’t even think I can stand to be in the same room as him anymore, not after seeing him in that damn towel. I know I shouldn’t want him the way that I do, but I can’t help myself. Somehow, I’ll have to find a way to fight the urge to kiss him. It won’t be easy, but I have to.

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