Between Us: Sex on the Beach by Jen McLaughlin Read Free Book Online Page B

her gaze dropping to the floor. “I guess we can go back to my room again.”
    The way she said it, as if she was bestowing a favor upon me, sat wrong. I knew she didn’t mean it that way, but it sounded like it. She might be a superstar and I might be a normal guy, but that didn’t mean she was doing me a favor by agreeing to fuck me.
    “Why?” I backed her into the corner of the bar, my hands on either side of her head. “Tell me why it has to be me. Why not find another guy?”
    Her chin tilted up defiantly. “I don’t know. It just does.”
    “I need a better answer than that.” I pressed my hips into her, letting her feel how hot for her I was. “Why do you want it to be me?”
    She blew out a breath. “Because I need you so badly it hurts.”
    I lowered my head to her neck, kissing the spot where her pulse raced. If she gave me some bullshit answer about choosing me because I was convenient, I would walk away without looking back, no matter how much it hurt my aching cock. “But why do you need it to be me ?”
    “Because I’ve gotten to kiss you and touch you,” she breathed. “And now that I’ve had a taste of you, no one else will do. It needs to be you.”
    Perfect fucking answer. “Are you sure this time?”
    She gripped my work T-shirt with both hands, mangling the bar logo in the upper left corner. “Yes. Please take me home.”
    I nodded once, then pushed off the wall. “Let’s go.”
     

     
    I HADN’T been intending to bring him back to my room, per se. I’d been thinking about sharing a drink or two, talking so we could get to know one another all over again, maybe. I’d told myself to move on and forget about him over and over again, but I couldn’t.
    There was something about him that wouldn’t let me move on. Something that called to me, demanding satisfaction. There was nothing to be done for it. He’d gotten under my skin, and the only way to get him out was to give in to the urge.
    To give him another shot.
    So…I’d gone to his bar and waited. His whole shift, I’d sat at the table and texted Carrie and Quinn, waiting for him to get off and come over to me. But then he’d started to leave without saying a word, and I’d gone to him instead. I knew I still wanted him. Enough that I was throwing the possible consequences to the floor and stomping on the warning signs written all over this freaking situation.
    Even though I’d called my people in Nashville and asked for them to look into him for me, there was no waiting or holding back. Not this time. I might as well have not even bothered to ask. By the time they came back with info on him, I’d probably be home.
    I stole a quick glance at him as we entered my hotel lobby. The doorman bowed to me, and I smiled and inclined my head. Austin watched me silently, like he had been since I told him I wanted him and only him. He was treating me the same way he’d treated me before he’d admitted he knew who I was. Like I was just a girl he’d met at a bar. I think that’s one of the things I liked most about him.
    Sometimes I forgot how the real world worked, and he was so refreshingly real.
    I swiped my card to gain access to my floor, and then the elevator doors shut in front of us. “Austin?”
    He’d been texting or emailing on his phone, but he shoved it into his pocket and turned to me. “What? Are you having doubts again?” he asked, dragging a hand through his hair.
    Heck no. I wanted him.
    I shoved him back against the elevator wall. Before he had a chance to so much as blink, I kissed him and pressed my body to his. Ever since I’d sent him away, I’d been burning with the need to finish what we’d started. The mere idea of changing my mind was ludicrous, so I figured the best way to show him how serious I was about doing this was to kiss him. It worked.
    His hands cupped my butt, hauling me closer, and he moaned into my mouth. With one whirl, he had me pressed against the wall and his hands were roaming