“What the hell?” We looked up.
The symphony members had returned to collect their instruments and the cellist had dropped his case.
I cleared my throat and made some space for us to breathe. Lexi’s eyes hadn’t left my mouth.
I slipped my arm around her waist, anticipating her falling off-balance. I inhaled her perfume and her shampoo. God, she even smelled like heaven. I let her go once she was steady again.
Everything about this scenario screamed for me to take her. To find a dark corner and kiss the hell out of this girl. Damn the band or the straggling guests. I could have wrapped her in my arms so fast and felt her heart beat out of her chest. But there was something about Lexi that made me want more than a quickie in the closet. I wanted to savor this woman. Devour her. Drink in every part of her. And I wanted to take my time doing it.
“I guess we’re lucky that didn’t land on our heads.” She giggled. “Maybe this isn’t the best place to be.”
“Maybe not.” I let my fingers fall from her waist.
“And I need to get back to the hotel and change.”
“See you at my place?” I asked.
She bit her lower lip. I took that as a yes and strolled out of the hospital, loosening my tie and throwing my jacket over my shoulder. This night was finally about to get good.
8
Alexa
The driver pulled up in front of Luke’s house. “We’re here,” he announced.
I wasn’t quite ready to get out of the car yet. I fidgeted with my purse and looked outside at the ranch-style home. So this is where Austin’s most infamous quarterback lived? We were far from the city and I looked out of the window, noticing you could actually see the stars in the sky. The front porch light drew moths the size of Texas to its glow.
Did I actually have the nerve to go through with this? It was a drink. He said drinks. Just drinks. I remembered the look in his eyes. The promise of sex practically dripped off his entire body.
It didn’t help that I had baited him into outbidding every man at the benefit tonight for a private concert with me. At the time it seemed playful. It was a way to get back at Jake’s constant pestering. Maybe it had started as the act of a petulant child, but now ... sitting outside of his house there was nothing childish about this.
I could even excuse what I did as charitable, but I wasn’t sure that’s how Luke would see it. I’d never met someone with more testosterone running through his veins than that man. He was determined to win. Determined to show everyone that he could win me.
He wasn’t a singer or an actor. There was no art in what he did. He was an athlete. A competitor. A full-blown conditioned machine who easily brought in as many fans as I did. I realized that might be the only thing we had in common.
“Ma’am?” The driver seemed impatient. It was after midnight. He probably wanted to head back to the city. “This is the address.”
“Right,” I answered. “Thank you.”
I could do this. I wanted to do this.
I stepped out of the car and walked up the stone steps to the front entrance. The Warriors team symbol was carved into the massive wooden doors. I knocked lightly, debating how badly I wanted to go through with this.
The door whipped open and Luke smiled at me.
“You made it.” He even had perfect white teeth. Damn it. Every ounce of him was sexy.
“I did.”
He looked over my shoulder. “Hold on.” He jogged down the stairs and I saw the driver roll down the passenger window. I didn’t know what Luke said to him, but he drove away, heading in the direction of the city.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“I just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t say anything about our meeting. I gave him a generous tip to return in the morning.”
“The morning?” I was struggling to stay calm. He had finally made his intentions absolutely clear.
But the instant I heard it roll off his lips, I felt a deep flutter in my core and my heart started to race. We both knew why I was here in the middle of the night. I was aching for a night like this. God, I needed it.