Rocked with Passion (A New Adult Rockstar Novel) by Lila Lacroix Read Free Book Online Page B

have been given a private table. There was just absolutely no way.
    I finished my drinking got up to go to the ladies room, stumbling slightly.
    “Are you okay?” Jonathan asked, noticing my slight trip.
    “Yeah, yeah I’m fine” I replied, laughing it off. I didn’t really feel super drunk. Still, I stumbled towards the bathroom, trying to find my way through the throngs of people. Realizing I might’ve had a little bit too much to drink, I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom, then tried to reapply my makeup.
    I was still sober enough to tell that this had been a good idea. I laughed at myself in the mirror, then did it again, this time the results much more presentable. When I made my way back to her table, Jonathan was gone. I looked around the club, and spotted him on the dance floor. He caught my eye in waved at me, and I waved back. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because it was what I had secretly desired for weeks now, but something made me go over there and dance with Jonathan.
    I made sure to keep everything appropriate. I kept a good distance between us, although I had to admit I veered closer and closer to Jonathan’s body from time to time. He did the same, never putting his hands on me, but occasionally hovering them only inches from my skin. The teasing, the lack of his touch, it drove me wild. I didn’t know why, but I wanted more.
    Suddenly, the song ended, and it broke my reverie. Everything was back to normal. I smiled awkwardly at Jonathan, and began to walk back to the table. I sank into the comfortable seat, and motioned for the waitress to bring me another drink. A few minutes later, Jonathan joined me, plopping himself down on the other side. He grinned at me.
    “You’re not too bad a dancer” he told me.
    “Are you kidding me? Half the people in this club her professional dancers, I don’t hold a candle to them.”
    “Yeah, but I’m not comparing you to them. You’d probably be that good too if you had been doing it since you were five. I’m just saying you’re much better dancer than I expected.”
    “Did you expect I’d be terrible?” I was definitely drunk, I only gave Jonathan shit about things when I was drunk. Still, there was too much alcohol in me to care.
    “I’m just not going to get out of this looking like a good guy, am I?” Jonathan replied.
    This time it was my turn to grin at him. I had to admit, he took everything in good nature. God, I wanted him. I tried to think about Kevin, but his picture simply wouldn’t come into my head. It was as though I’d completely forgotten what he looked like. Was this really possible? After all, it was true that I hadn’t seen him in a while, but he was still my boyfriend. I still loved him. Surely I had to remember what he looked like.
    Just then, Jonathan leaned in and kissed me. It was completely out of nowhere, but it felt good. Memories of me at fifteen came flooding back into my head. This was exactly like that night, with Jonathan soft lips against mine. His hands found my hips, and I pulled him closer to me, matching his passion with my own.
    Jonathan’s hand found my breast, cupping it gently in his large hand, his fingers tweaking my nipples over my clothes. I rubbed his chest with my hand, reaching under his shirt to get even better access at his muscular body.
    My eyes were closed as Jonathan’s tongue slipped into my mouth. He took his mouth from mine just long enough to whisper into my ear “you’re amazing Sara.”
    I was in heaven. With every passing second, I felt like I was on a cloud floating higher and higher into the air. Suddenly, the song playing stopped, and I was hurtled back down to earth. I pulled away from Jonathan suddenly, gasping for air as I looked at him.
    “What’s wrong Sara?” Jonathan asked. “Was it something I did?”
    “I… I just can’t do this. I’m with Kevin, I can’t do this to him. I can’t do this with you. I thought I could be professional, I