Heart of the Music (Saints & Sinners #1) by Kaithlin Shepherd Page A
Authors: Kaithlin Shepherd
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face. “I just don’t feel like being Jarrod Banks tonight.”
“Who do you want to be then?” she asked as the driver opened the door to let them out.
He raised his hand to her cheek, turning her to face him. “Tonight, I just want to be the man lucky enough to spend time with you.” Her smile was radiant, enough to bring him to his knees. He closed the distance between them and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before getting out of the car.
Using the service entry door was probably the oldest trick in the book when you were a public figure, yet it still worked every time. Some of the staff recognized him, but not one of them approached him for autographs or pictures. When they stepped up to the elevator at the back of the lobby, Jarrod pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, loving the feel of her back against his chest.
“Are we good?” he asked just as the elevator doors opened for them.
He followed her inside, pressing for their floor, and when the doors closed, she turned around, mimicking his hold on her by wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his chest through his clothes.
“Yeah, we’re good.” She stayed like this until they made it to their floor, and as much as he wanted to stay with her like this forever, he didn’t want to take any chances that someone would recognize him.
Walking into his hotel room, he took his jacket off and unbuttoned his dress shirt before taking off his pants to change from his dress clothes into a pair of sweatpants. When she lifted the hem of her dress, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She slipped it off the rest of her body and dropped it on the floor. His eyes roamed her body, and all he wanted to do was hold her, feel her against him. But tonight, he needed to show her they were about more than just amazing sex. This was about them, two people who cared about each other and spent quality time together.
He reached for an T-shirt in his luggage and handed it to her. She pulled it over her head, and when it flowed down to the top of her thighs, he decided he liked—no, loved seeing her in his clothes.
“I love wearing your shirts,” she admitted to him shyly.
“Not as much as I love seeing you in one of my shirts.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her against him in a tight hug.
Her body sank into him, releasing the last bit of the day’s tension. “Let’s crawl into bed.”
“Such sweet words. Is the eternal smartass going soft on me?” she teased as she pulled back the covers, but by the flush in her cheeks, he could tell she adored this side of him. Hell, he didn’t even know this side of him existed before her. She made him want to be a better man. She made him want to make sure she always had a reason to smile when she thought of him.
“They might be sweet words, baby, but I mean every single one of them. I wouldn’t trade spending the night here with you for anything in the world. There is no high that compares to what I feel when I’m with you.” Pouring his heart out to her seemed as natural as breathing. She needed to know he wasn’t messing around with her, that he didn’t want other women flirting with him. She was it for him, and letting the words escape felt like a release he’d been waiting on for years.
She crawled into bed with him, and he spread his legs open so she could lean back against him. He didn’t have to convince her to be close to him; her body moved of its own accord. When she settled herself against him, she sighed as he kissed the top of her hair. “My heart beats faster when you say things like that. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Jarrod. Losing you would kill me.”
“You never have to worry about me leaving you, because loving you is the reason I breathe,” he whispered to her, and he couldn’t remember a time when he felt more at peace.
Chapter Six
2 ½ years ago
Patricia
Having more than one day off at a time was a luxury in
“Who do you want to be then?” she asked as the driver opened the door to let them out.
He raised his hand to her cheek, turning her to face him. “Tonight, I just want to be the man lucky enough to spend time with you.” Her smile was radiant, enough to bring him to his knees. He closed the distance between them and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before getting out of the car.
Using the service entry door was probably the oldest trick in the book when you were a public figure, yet it still worked every time. Some of the staff recognized him, but not one of them approached him for autographs or pictures. When they stepped up to the elevator at the back of the lobby, Jarrod pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, loving the feel of her back against his chest.
“Are we good?” he asked just as the elevator doors opened for them.
He followed her inside, pressing for their floor, and when the doors closed, she turned around, mimicking his hold on her by wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his chest through his clothes.
“Yeah, we’re good.” She stayed like this until they made it to their floor, and as much as he wanted to stay with her like this forever, he didn’t want to take any chances that someone would recognize him.
Walking into his hotel room, he took his jacket off and unbuttoned his dress shirt before taking off his pants to change from his dress clothes into a pair of sweatpants. When she lifted the hem of her dress, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She slipped it off the rest of her body and dropped it on the floor. His eyes roamed her body, and all he wanted to do was hold her, feel her against him. But tonight, he needed to show her they were about more than just amazing sex. This was about them, two people who cared about each other and spent quality time together.
He reached for an T-shirt in his luggage and handed it to her. She pulled it over her head, and when it flowed down to the top of her thighs, he decided he liked—no, loved seeing her in his clothes.
“I love wearing your shirts,” she admitted to him shyly.
“Not as much as I love seeing you in one of my shirts.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her against him in a tight hug.
Her body sank into him, releasing the last bit of the day’s tension. “Let’s crawl into bed.”
“Such sweet words. Is the eternal smartass going soft on me?” she teased as she pulled back the covers, but by the flush in her cheeks, he could tell she adored this side of him. Hell, he didn’t even know this side of him existed before her. She made him want to be a better man. She made him want to make sure she always had a reason to smile when she thought of him.
“They might be sweet words, baby, but I mean every single one of them. I wouldn’t trade spending the night here with you for anything in the world. There is no high that compares to what I feel when I’m with you.” Pouring his heart out to her seemed as natural as breathing. She needed to know he wasn’t messing around with her, that he didn’t want other women flirting with him. She was it for him, and letting the words escape felt like a release he’d been waiting on for years.
She crawled into bed with him, and he spread his legs open so she could lean back against him. He didn’t have to convince her to be close to him; her body moved of its own accord. When she settled herself against him, she sighed as he kissed the top of her hair. “My heart beats faster when you say things like that. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Jarrod. Losing you would kill me.”
“You never have to worry about me leaving you, because loving you is the reason I breathe,” he whispered to her, and he couldn’t remember a time when he felt more at peace.
Chapter Six
2 ½ years ago
Patricia
Having more than one day off at a time was a luxury in
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