Saved by the Music (Saints & Sinners Book 2) by Kaithlin Shepherd Page B
Authors: Kaithlin Shepherd
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voice, smiling when she saw Austin leaning against the wall on the other side of the small hallway.
“I just know he likes to be alone before a show. I don’t want to bug him.” She had a pretty good idea of how stupid she looked, and was well aware of how much she was giving away about her feelings for Sam.
“I’m pretty sure seeing you would become his new preshow ritual, darling.” Austin pushed himself off the wall and walked toward her. The man was drop-dead gorgeous, there was no denying that, but his body carried so much tension she wondered how he didn’t just snap. “He likes you a lot, Ashlee, and that’s putting it mildly. And it’s pretty obvious you feel the same way about him. Sam’s the best man I know. Give him a chance.” He kissed her forehead before leaving her alone in the hallway with the security guard, who was doing his best to hide a smile.
She straightened her shirt before wrapping her fingers around the door handle. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, and opened the door to Sam’s dressing room. What she saw next almost made her faint. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, showing off the V that made her crazy with lust. His hair was still wet from a shower, and his feet were bare. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, leaning on it to keep herself from stumbling.
“Ashlee, you need to stop looking at me like that.” When his voice made her blood boil, she realized she was eye-fucking him from across the room. She couldn’t help herself; the man was pure perfection, and a body like that was made to be admired and worshiped. And she knew just how she would worship that body—with her hands, her tongue….
Shit, I need to get a grip before I lose it.
“It’s not my fault you look like that. Good God, your body is insane. I never get tired of seeing it.” She gestured to his abs and his shoulders, desperate to feel his skin against hers, his arms wrapped around her.
His expression said he knew exactly what she was thinking about, and she should’ve been embarrassed but all she felt was hot. He took a few steps toward her, his arms beside her head on the back of the door, caging her between the wall and his body. She could feel his warmth around her; he smelled so good all she wanted to do was lick him.
“As much as I appreciate your admiration of my body, if you don’t stop looking at me like you want to fuck the ever-loving hell out of me, we’re going to have a problem, honey.”
He nipped her earlobe before pulling away, leaving her in a pool of lust. She had to pull herself together; she was a grown woman, not a teenager for crying out loud. “I didn’t know if you would mind me coming to see you before a show or not. I know you usually like to be alone before hitting the stage, so I can leave if you want.”
He looked conflicted for about a second, and she was ready to bolt from the room and hide out until her embarrassment faded. She was surprised when he sat on the sofa and smiled at her like she was the one thing he wanted there with him. “Stay… I want you to stay, Ashlee.”
She relaxed, but was still unsure of what she should be doing. This was so far out of her element, and she didn’t know how to behave. “Okay. Are you nervous about hitting the stage?”
“Not really. It always comes together the second we all go out there. Come here.” He motioned to the seat next to him and before she could tell her body not to move, she was beside him, resting her head on his bare chest.
The steady beat of his heart calmed her nerves and when she felt his hand on her lower back, it was like she was home. “I feel safe with you, Sam.”
“I know the feeling, honey.” Before more could be said, the door opened and Derek, the band’s tour manager, appeared. He had a huge-ass grin on his face, reminding Ashlee of the position they were in and how it must look, but he didn’t bring it up.
He looked at Sam and jabbed at his watch
“I just know he likes to be alone before a show. I don’t want to bug him.” She had a pretty good idea of how stupid she looked, and was well aware of how much she was giving away about her feelings for Sam.
“I’m pretty sure seeing you would become his new preshow ritual, darling.” Austin pushed himself off the wall and walked toward her. The man was drop-dead gorgeous, there was no denying that, but his body carried so much tension she wondered how he didn’t just snap. “He likes you a lot, Ashlee, and that’s putting it mildly. And it’s pretty obvious you feel the same way about him. Sam’s the best man I know. Give him a chance.” He kissed her forehead before leaving her alone in the hallway with the security guard, who was doing his best to hide a smile.
She straightened her shirt before wrapping her fingers around the door handle. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, and opened the door to Sam’s dressing room. What she saw next almost made her faint. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, showing off the V that made her crazy with lust. His hair was still wet from a shower, and his feet were bare. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, leaning on it to keep herself from stumbling.
“Ashlee, you need to stop looking at me like that.” When his voice made her blood boil, she realized she was eye-fucking him from across the room. She couldn’t help herself; the man was pure perfection, and a body like that was made to be admired and worshiped. And she knew just how she would worship that body—with her hands, her tongue….
Shit, I need to get a grip before I lose it.
“It’s not my fault you look like that. Good God, your body is insane. I never get tired of seeing it.” She gestured to his abs and his shoulders, desperate to feel his skin against hers, his arms wrapped around her.
His expression said he knew exactly what she was thinking about, and she should’ve been embarrassed but all she felt was hot. He took a few steps toward her, his arms beside her head on the back of the door, caging her between the wall and his body. She could feel his warmth around her; he smelled so good all she wanted to do was lick him.
“As much as I appreciate your admiration of my body, if you don’t stop looking at me like you want to fuck the ever-loving hell out of me, we’re going to have a problem, honey.”
He nipped her earlobe before pulling away, leaving her in a pool of lust. She had to pull herself together; she was a grown woman, not a teenager for crying out loud. “I didn’t know if you would mind me coming to see you before a show or not. I know you usually like to be alone before hitting the stage, so I can leave if you want.”
He looked conflicted for about a second, and she was ready to bolt from the room and hide out until her embarrassment faded. She was surprised when he sat on the sofa and smiled at her like she was the one thing he wanted there with him. “Stay… I want you to stay, Ashlee.”
She relaxed, but was still unsure of what she should be doing. This was so far out of her element, and she didn’t know how to behave. “Okay. Are you nervous about hitting the stage?”
“Not really. It always comes together the second we all go out there. Come here.” He motioned to the seat next to him and before she could tell her body not to move, she was beside him, resting her head on his bare chest.
The steady beat of his heart calmed her nerves and when she felt his hand on her lower back, it was like she was home. “I feel safe with you, Sam.”
“I know the feeling, honey.” Before more could be said, the door opened and Derek, the band’s tour manager, appeared. He had a huge-ass grin on his face, reminding Ashlee of the position they were in and how it must look, but he didn’t bring it up.
He looked at Sam and jabbed at his watch
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