Resisting the Musician (a Head Over Heels Novel) (Entangled Indulgence) by Ally Blake Read Free Book Online

nowadays unless Mack played some song in the car his daughters liked, but come on, the Stones? Paint It Black had practically been her theme song in high school.
    “Never met ’em.” His smile started in his eyes and ended in her toes.
    Hating the fact that her cheeks warmed at having fallen for his pretense, she said, “Then why not Sonny and Cher? The Captain and Tennille? Kenny and Dolly?”
    “The dogs are both male for one thing,” he said, then shut her up with a press of his hands at her waist as he spun her about and gave her a little shove toward the front door, leaving palm-shaped burns through the diaphanous layers of her frilly top when he let her go.
    Once inside, she teetered on the floor mat, watching Dash nudge off his boots. Even though she’d been brisk, her shoes had collected mud, water, and plant matter, meaning she ought to take them off, too.
    Subtle was not the first word she’d use to describe the man, making her very aware of the way her skirt rode up her thighs as she pulled off each heel, how the front of her top dipped as she bent, how her hair tickled her skin as the loosened strands fell from her chignon and over her face like a curtain.
    When she stood up straight, her face pink from the blood rush to the head, her hair no longer so tidy, her pale feet and black toenails stark against the wooden floor, she braced herself for whatever comment he might impart.
    Something dense and warm beat between them, before he said, “Hungry?” and walked off, the vibrations of his heavy steps rumbling through the wood. Once again waiting for her to follow, like she was one of his damn dogs.
    Set to tell him to stop doing that, her mind became otherwise engaged by the homey scents of basil and tomato as she reached the kitchen.
    “You cook?” she asked, incredulous at finding him leaning over a bubbling pan filled with pasta sauce.
    A knowing smile kicked at the corner of his mouth. “That or starve.”
    Of course. The man was sexy as sin, an honest to goodness lumberjack, beloved by animals…and now she practically drooled at the scents of garlic and zucchini still scattered about on his cutting board.
    Not to forget once upon a time he’d been one of the world’s biggest rock stars. Though the man could turn on a smile that would make a thousand girls drop their panties and fling them stage-ward, she found herself struggling with that last one.
    Jake was exactly what one would expect a rock god to be—long hair, world-weary eyes, covered in tats, permanently wearing at least one item of leather. Like a force of nature, that man sucked the energy from the room and made it his own.
    Dash seemed too…self-contained. All unruffled indolence. If he had any energy it was trapped way deep down inside. Yet it still made her…itch.
    “Want some?” he asked.
    Want being a somewhat weak word for the need swirling in her belly at the sight of Thor cooking, she feigned boredom, flicking at the hammock only to find it was actually an enormous Australian flag.
    “How about we get on with it?” She had a lot of ‘red’ phone calls left in her day.
    “First time a woman’s ever said those words to me.”
    “If you don’t get a move on it won’t be the last,” she shot back, several varieties of frustration fluxing and fusing inside her.
    He stilled a moment, the room quiet bar the scratch of a tree branch against a window somewhere. Then Lori felt his energy, pulsing beneath the silence. Waves of it chafed against hers, rubbing her the wrong way till she could practically see the sparks.
    “Guitar,” she barked, fighting it. “Lessons.”
    With a flicker of an eyebrow, he lifted a big arm and pointed to the hall to her right. She waved, encouraging him to go first. Whenever he walked behind her, all she could think about was where his gaze might be.
    When he still didn’t move she finally snapped. Taking a step toward him rather than away, she clicked her fingers in front of his face.