Page 30 of Hard Rock Deceit

The heat in his eyes flared up, turning carnal. The strength of his need was almost too much, too potent. It threatened to overwhelm me, as if he were a tsunami racing towards land, ready to submerge everything initspath.

The door flung open, a laughing couple stumbling in. Flushing hot, I scrambled back against the headboard, putting space between me andAugust.

"Whoops!" said the laughing girl as she dragged her companion out of the room. I vaguely recognized the man from one of the opening acts. "Didn't mean to interrupt.Continueon!"

They left, laughing and slamming the doorbehindthem.

I put my hands to my face,mortified.

With a regretful chuckle, August stood from the bed. He turned his back and tried to discreetly adjusthimself.

"We should get some sleep," he said. "Long daytomorrow."

He headed toward the door. The party still raged onoutside.

"Stay here,"Isaid.

He turned to meslowly.

"I have the room with the two queen beds," I continued nervously. "You won't get any rest tonight if you try to sleep onthesofa."

He examined me closely. With a murmured thanks, he crossed the room and settled onto the second bed. He reached for the zip of his pants, intending to get undressed for sleep. My eyes zeroed in on his hands. His length was stillhalfhard.

I flushed andlookedaway.

After a moment's pause, August flicked the bedside light switch off. Darkness envelopedtheroom.

I laid back and pulled the sheets to my neck. I listened to the rustle of August getting undressed. Listened to the rustle of his clothes hitting the floor. Listened to him slip under thecovers.

Those leather pants had been tight. He likely hadn't been wearing anythingunderneaththem.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was wearing anything at alltobed.

The image of August's nude body in my mind's eye sent that pulse of desire straight back betweenmylegs.

Curling onto my side, I pressed my thighs together, squeezing, trying to alleviatetheache.

An ache I knew August was more than willing to take care of, if I only daredtoask.

ChapterTen

Sunlight hit my closed eyelids.I grunted and rolled over. An odd whooshing sound hit my ears. Grumbling, I rubbed atmyeyes.

Mornings. I hated mornings. I was always groggy and half-asleep until I had my first cup ofcoffee.

Moving on autopilot, the only way I knew how to function before ten a.m., I slid on my glasses, grabbed my toiletry kit from the dresser and lumbered toward thebathroom.

My sleep-fogged brain didn't register what the whooshing sound had been until I'd already pushed the bathroom door open acrack.

My mind immediately snapped into wakefulness at the sight of anakedbody.

August'snakedbody.

My eyes roved over every inch, mouthgapingopen.

It was blurry, hidden behind a frosted glass shower door. I could still make out his tall form, the lines of his arms and legs, his wide chest and slim hips. He wasexquisite.

August made a low sound in the back of histhroat.