Heartstrings (Rock With You #1) Rock Star Romance (2 page)

The
insistent pressure of his erection against her hip competed, and then overrode
with the feel of his mouth on her breast. And with that, she decided to be the
aggressor, seeking what her body wanted.

Melody
pushed Logan onto his back, enjoying the surprised look on his face. She
straddled his hips, rising above him. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp
of her bra and instantly Logan’s hands were back, stroking her skin, palming
her nipples, his hips rising beneath her body.

“You’re
a beautiful woman, Melody. I hope you know that. Any fool can see…”

She
placed a finger against his lips, looked into Logan’s eyes. “No more of him.
He’s ancient history.”

She
leaned forward, removing her finger, and replacing it with her lips, kissing the
stranger that she found so irresistible. The feel of his erection against her
inner thigh again, achingly close to where she wanted him to be, reminded her of
what she really wanted.

Melody
reluctantly broke their kiss. Logan’s hands were now on her hips, holding her
lightly, but firmly, the pressure of his fingers telling her he wanted the same
thing she did, to be buried deep inside of her. And it was time for that to
happen. She was ready and so was he.

Settling
down, spreading her legs, she lowered herself onto Logan. She closed her eyes
for a moment, exhaling, relishing the feel of his full, thick cock entering
her, listening to the passionate, hungry sounds he made, somewhere between a moan
and a sigh of relief.

His
fingers were holding her more firmly, digging into her flesh, as she began to
move, the friction of his cock inside her fanning the fire that his foreplay
had started.

Logan’s
hands moved smoothly to her legs, gliding over the sheer stockings from her knees
upward, his thumbs sliding along the insides of her curvy thighs, finding some
erogenous zone she’d never known existed. His firm pressure soon had her
gasping as she brought her body down on his cock, swiveling her hips forward,
grinding against him with unashamed intensity.

She
looked down at Logan, watching the animalistic hunger spread across his face.
His eyes met hers, the raw passion she saw there so intense, it almost took her
breath away and she felt herself shudder from the electricity that coursed
through her veins leaving her skin sprinkled with delicious, cool sweat.

Something
changed between them then, a shift of power that told her Logan was no longer
content to let her take the lead. He planted his feet on the bed, flexing his
hips upward sharply, meeting her body, and exerting his own rhythm until Melody
was breathless, unable to match his pace. Leaning forward, she placed her hands
on either side of his shoulders as he drove himself into her, his arms wrapped tightly
around her waist.

She
suddenly found herself forcefully rolled onto her back, Logan claiming the
space between her legs, his mouth now claiming hers in a rough, passionate
kiss. No longer was she the aggressor; Logan was moving with power and speed,
thrusting hard into her.

Melody
was at his mercy and more than willing to give into to his control, letting him
slide his arms beneath her legs, rising above her on his knees. His gaze never
left her face, as if he were searching for something in the depths of her eyes.

His
thrusts were almost, but not quite, brutal, taking her on a rapidly spiraling
ride of ecstasy. She could feel her breath catch as each thrust forced a cry
from her throat. Sensations flooded her body, things she’d never felt before,
fleeting but intense, and suddenly it all broke apart, her release sweeping her
away.

She
was aware of Logan, of his body moving differently, his own sharp cries mixing
with hers as he came, his body tensed above her. Instinctively she reached for
him, pulling him down to her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He buried his
head in her shoulder, his sounds muffled against her body as he spent himself
inside of her.

After
long minutes, Logan pulled away, rolling onto his back. She felt his hand
moving between them, searching for and finding hers, winding his fingers
through her own. She lay still, listening to his breathing returning to normal,
to the beat of her own heart as it finally slowed. And she drifted into a
contented sleep.

It
was a long time later when she felt the bed move, felt the softness of the
sheet falling across her body and then the weight of Logan’s arm heavy on her
shoulder as he pulled her to his chest. She nestled drowsily against his body,
resting her head against him and he moved again, cradling her, his legs
entwined with hers.

The
last thing Melody was aware of, as she drifted off in a hazy state on the edge
of exhaustion, was inhaling Logan’s scent, a combination of spicy and earthy,
deeply masculine, vaguely scented with whisky, and the distinctive odor of sex,
all mingled into a heady mixture that somehow soothed her into a deep sleep.

* * *

Melody
groaned, rolling over in bed. The light from the window cut across her pillow,
sending a wave of pain through her head. She threw an arm across her eyes,
waiting for the agony to subside. She took a few deep breaths, eyes closed, and
then it hit her. She wasn’t at home.

She
sat up in bed, quickly closing her eyes again as the room spun around her.

“Oh,
my God. What the hell have I done?”

It
all came back in a rush of images. The text from Patrick, drunk at the hotel
bar...and Logan. Oh, shit. Logan. She’d slept with Logan MacKenzie.
Holy
shit!

Melody
opened one eye, looking around the room. Her clothes were neatly folded over the
back of a chair, her purse on the bedside table. But there was no sign of Logan,
not even a stray piece of clothing. The bathroom door was open but that room
was empty to. She was alone.
Typical rockstar…one-night stand with a drunken,
wanton woman.

“Stupid…stupid
mistake.” Melody flopped back on the bed, jarring her head again. Something
crinkled beneath her outstretched arm. Rolling over, she fished a piece of
hotel stationary from the pillow next to her. She smoothed it out on the sheet,
squinting as she tried to focus on the scrawling handwriting.

‘Melody…Next
time I’m in New York, I’ll call you. The tour comes through here in about a
month. I need to see you again. Logan.’
The word ‘need’ was underlined three times.

Like
that will ever happen.
Shaking
her head, she crumpled the note, tossing it to the floor.

“You’ve
done some very stupid things in your life, Melody, but this takes the cake.”
She squinted at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was well past ten
o’clock. The card next to the clock reminded her that check out time was at
eleven.

“Shit…”
She climbed out of bed, heading for the bathroom, debating whether she had time
for a shower. Turning on the hot water, she decided if she was late leaving the
room, Logan MacKenzie could afford to pay for any extra charges.

By
the time she got home, Melody was feeling almost normal, not craving bed and
aspirin as she had earlier. She dumped her purse on her bed, checking her cell
phone for messages. There were several from Patrick, all of which she deleted.
One from her mother, quickly saved for later. And one from Melissa. That she
hesitated over, then deleted it. She could deal with Melissa on Monday.

She
and Melissa were best friends, had been since Melody had started at the firm.
Melissa was her paralegal and without her, she would literally be lost. Melissa
tracked everything from docket dates to filing status to all her appointments.
She had a knack of being able to put her finger on any piece of paper needed,
even those pesky documents that somehow went missing on Melody’s desk, buried
under mountains of other papers. Melody felt a pang of guilt; her success in
winning the Montague case had been in no small part due to Melissa’s expertise.
She made a mental note to do something special, take Melissa to lunch or get
her something special to mark the occasion. Melissa had mentioned there was a
scarf at Barney’s she’d had her eye on.

The
chirp of her cell phone interrupted her musings. Flipping it open, she
recognized Patrick’s number. Her first instinct was to send the call to voice
mail but she knew he’d just keep calling until he got through.

“Hello?”
She sat back on the sofa, kicking her heels up before dropping her feet on the
coffee table. There was a run in her stocking, which somehow annoyed her
greatly.

“Melody.
I’ve been trying to reach you since last night…I think…we should…I mean, how
are you?”

Melody
massaged her temple with her free hand. “Patrick. You broke up with me. In a
text message. And you have the nerve to call and ask how I am? How the fuck do
you think I am?” She heard the rising anger in her voice and it made her head
hurt again.
Damn Patrick.

There
was brief silence from Patrick’s end. “I…it was a terrible thing to do, Melody.
And I’m sorry. It was impulsive.”

“It
was more than impulsive. It was mean and heartless. Look, you made yourself
clear. We’re through. You don’t get to call now and ask how I am. You made it
clear I’m out of your life. So, you’re out of mine.”

Melody
took a deep breath. “In fact, I’ve moved on, Patrick. There’s someone else. And
he’s more of a man than you could ever hope to be.”

Flipping
the phone shut, she tossed it on the coffee table. She may have made a mistake
in sleeping with Logan MacKenzie, but at least she could put the experience to
some good use. She felt a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she
thought about Patrick, who was probably staring at his phone in confusion. Let
him think about that bit of information for a while.

Melody
went to her bedroom, slipping out of her dress, grabbing her pajamas. Even
though it was still afternoon, there was no way she was going to leave the
apartment. Traumatic events called for drastic measures and being dumped by
ones fiancé and sleeping with a stranger were traumatic.

Tying
the sash to her robe, she padded barefoot to the kitchen, opened the freezer,
moving aside frozen dinners and ice cube trays, unearthing the pint of
Chocolate Therapy ice cream she kept stashed in the back, just for such
emergencies.

Back
on the couch, dipping into the ice cream, her mind went back over the previous
night. And she closed her eyes, cringing at the memory. Never, ever had she
picked up a stranger in a bar. And she was certainly no groupie. Her firm
represented all kinds of celebrities and she had never fallen for any of them,
even remotely. She had been professional with all of them, even those who had
made a blatant pass at her. It was something she prided herself on.

But
now, she’d crossed the line. And it was all Patrick’s fault. She scooped up
another spoonful of ice cream, the creamy chocolate melting on her tongue. If
he hadn’t been such a jerk, hadn’t broken up with her via text, for heaven’s
sake…and after she’s won her first case…she wouldn’t have been drowning her
sorrows at the bar, an easy mark for Mr. Logan MacKenzie. Easy mark; that was
her. And Logan had taken advantage of her. That was clear.

And
now, here she was, drowning her sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. She
licked the spoon, reluctantly put the cover back on and stashed the pint in the
back of the freezer. Men were her downfall. So was ice cream, but that was a
different story.

“No
good…any of them. None of them.” She muttered to herself as she went back to
her room. Her headache had returned and now she really did crave a nap, and
aspirin. But the nap came first. Curled up on her bed, she muttered a
resolution to the room at large.

“No
more men.” Only work; that at least she knew she did well. She would dive into
whatever her boss gave her, one hundred and ten percent, and work late if
necessary. She’d bury herself in her client load and put all of this behind
her.

Rolling
over, her eyes closed, she decided that really was the best thing to do.

* * *

Monday
found Melody at work early, already behind her desk, her attention focused on a
brief, when Melissa knocked on her door.

“Hey,
good morning. Come in.” She cleared a spot on the edge of her desk as Melissa
sat in the chair across from her. Melissa had her usual stack of docket books
and case files, ready to give Melody the list of the week’s upcoming deadlines.

“So,
how was your weekend? I called you, but you must have been having a wild time
with Patrick….” Melissa stopped as Melody dropped her gaze, shaking her head.

“Is
something wrong? Did I say something…?”

“No,
you’re fine. It’s Patrick.” Melody straightened her back, looking at Melissa.
She knew she’d have to talk about it with her co-workers at some point.
Everyone knew they’d gotten engaged, knew about the wedding plans; she’d made
such a big deal about all of it. She felt embarrassed now, but decided to look
at this as an opportunity. She’d deal with this head on, get past it and get
back to work.
Run toward the monster, not away.