His New Jam by Shannyn Schroeder Read Free Book Online Page A

failed. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels, going nowhere, and I’m already so far behind everyone else.” More than a year wasted with a guy who didn’t really care, a year of schooling tossed aside. The embarrassment over her choices still stung.
    â€œBehind how?”
    â€œLook at you.” She waved with her free hand. “You have an established band that plays for money and you don’t even want to do that for a living. You’re on track to graduate on time and have your career set.” She took a quick drink, not used to being this honest with anyone. “I’ve got nothing but some random ideas.”
    â€œWho says you have to have your whole life figured out right now?” He laid his hand on her thigh, sending a shock wave of warmth straight north. “You’ll be fine.”
    She nodded, afraid to say anything because she just might blurt out, “Kiss me.” And she didn’t want that.
    Definitely not.
    Clearing her throat, she set her bottle on the table. “I should get going.”
    He stood slowly and she watched the length of his body straighten. He only took a half step back, so when she stood, they were nearly touching.
    â€œIt was a good practice. I’m glad you were here.”
    â€œMe too,” she said, but she wasn’t entirely sure what she was agreeing to. She blinked to regain her thought process and tried to step away, but only succeeded in crashing into the chair she’d vacated. Grabbing the back of the seat to steady it, she shook her head. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t let a guy like him have this effect on her.
    As she straightened, another question popped into her head. “What song was it? That night at Andy’s.”
    â€œI played a lot of songs that night.”
    She shot him a look. “You know which one. You did an amazing solo.”
    His head lifted with recognition. “ ‘Have a Little Faith in Me.’ ”
    He said it more like a request instead of a song title and the urge to bolt hit her again. She pointed over her shoulder and left the room without looking back.
    He followed. When she reached for her jacket, he beat her to it and held it out for her to slide into. Once her arms were in, he bundled the front together and zipped it up for her.
    â€œIt’s cold out. Wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
    His fingers were warm on her neck as he straightened her collar. She didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly their bodies collided and he hauled her up for a wet kiss. His hands grabbed her head and moved her where he wanted her. Drowning in his strength, she fought for oxygen, stealing it from his lungs.
    The kiss made her dizzy and hot and sexy. And so freaking turned on. Hunter pushed her against the wall, the hard length of him pinning her upper body. She gripped his hair and wanted to climb him. Raising her leg to wrap around his, she thrust her hips into him, loving the way she made him hard. His heart pounded as out of control as hers.
    It wasn’t until he pulled away to come up for air that she came to her senses. She pulled her leg back and wanted to melt away. Hunter braced his hands on the wall beside her head. He lowered his face, staring into her eyes as he panted. He wanted more. She saw it plainly. So did she, but that was the kind of move she’d sworn off.
    Pressing a hand to his chest over his still-throbbing heart, she pushed and slid away. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
    â€œIt was pretty fucking fun.”
    She clenched her jaw to stop the smile. Any indication that she had enjoyed it as much as he did would be an open invitation. She shook her head.
    A feather-light touch brushed her neck below her earlobe and down the side. “You can try to hide your reaction, but you’re not that good an actress. My friend Free can give you lessons if you want. In the meantime, you’re not fooling me.”
    Heat