Hell Yeah!: Man of My Heart (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Omega Team Book 5) by Desiree Holt Page A

her face, he wanted to sweep her into his arms, hold her tight, and make all the bad memories go away. He knew he saw something special here.
    She was born to this.
    “She sure was,” Carson agreed.
    Caleb startled, not realizing he’d spoken his thoughts aloud.
    “Sorry, I, uh….”
    “No problem. Glad to see you appreciate what we’ve got here. Okay, I’m moving along. Call me if you need anything.”
    Hours later, even with his butt sore from sitting and his stomach protesting the excess consumption of coffee, he was stunned to realize how much time had passed. How his attention had been captured by the electric quality of the music. Of Jasmine’s songs. Before he left, Carson had flipped the switches so he could hear everything in the booth. Even with all the stops and starts, with the arguments over which riff or bridge—whatever the hell they were—went where, he was fascinated in a way he’d never thought possible. The first time they’d played a tune all the way through, excitement coursed through him, and he realized he watched magic being made.
    At one point, they took a break and ordered in pizza. Caleb answered the rap on the door and paid the guy. He figured it was the least he could do. The band thanked him, but Jasmine gave him a weird look, which he mentally shrugged off.
    It was obvious to him the entire band, even the new guy, were into Jasmine and her music. When they quit for the night, he was startled to realize they’d been there for ten hours. He hauled his ass out of the booth and waited while Jasmine packed up her guitar and tote.
    “I can’t believe you haven’t died of boredom,” she teased.
    “As a matter of fact, I’m enjoying it. Can I carry anything for you?”
    “Oh, no, thanks. I always carry my guitar myself. Hondo’s got everything else. Come on. Carson gave you the hotel stuff, right?”
    “Got it in my pocket.”
    “Let’s boogie, then.”
    Carson had chosen a hotel about fifteen minutes from the studio. It was a little off the beaten path and smaller than most of the others, but Jasmine explained why.
    “We try to keep a low profile when we’re rehearsing and then recording. We’re less likely to run into people we know in this place.”
    “Makes sense.”
    He opened the door and stood aside to let Jasmine enter first. Carson had mentioned he’d gotten them a suite. The best way, he told Caleb, to make sure he could be protecting her at all times. Like living in a little apartment. Whatever. It was all good with him. He had trouble keeping the words Jasmine and hotel room from colliding in his brain.
    “You care which room you take?” Jasmine asked.
    “Nope. Have at it.”
    She carried her guitar and tote into the room she chose. Caleb followed her to the doorway. He was about to ask her if she needed anything when she turned and he found himself practically nose to nose with her. He stared at her, trying to read the expression in her eyes, holding his breath, afraid to move as he waited to see what she would do. His dick sure sent him strong messages.
    Jasmine took one tiny step toward him, and he was done. Lost. Captivated. He cradled her face in his hands, her skin so soft and warm. Gold flecks sparkled in her dark-green eyes, and those thick lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she lowered her lids then raised them again. His heart beat so fast he was afraid it would jump out of his chest. What the hell was he doing? Then Jasmine swept the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and any thought he had of backing off disappeared.
    He touched his mouth to hers, gently at first, the contact just as sharp and electric as it had been the night before. Doing his best to go slowly, he exerted enough pressure so she parted her lips. When she did, he swept his tongue into her mouth. The contact nearly incinerated him. His blood heated and his breath quickened at the sweet, sweet taste of her. He left no inch of her mouth untouched, sampling and touching until