Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) by D.D. Parker Page A

When Alexander sang, it felt like a spell, creating just the exact emotion he intended to create. It wasn’t a mindless trip through a popstars candy filled fantasy. Alexander’s voice was deep, meaningful, captivating. And then when he would break and take to his guitar, the room would light on fire.  
    Everyone in that room was having the time of their lives while Alexander lived his dream. I could see it even from the dance floor. I could hear it in the way his voice would shake with emotion, adding depth. Then when the song would pitch and turn upbeat, the whole place was a beehive of dance, clubgoers losing their minds and their worries. It was all left on that dancefloor that night, on that stage.
    I was one of those that gave an extended round of applause after Alexander’s set. I clapped until he stepped off that stage, climbing down off the black steps and locked in straight on me. I could see what he wanted, what he needed. He craved me after that taste in the VIP room, and now that his performance went flawlessly, well, he had to celebrate somehow.
    Seeing Blake with Sadie did something to me too. It helped me hammer one more nail into the coffin of closure. It still wasn’t completely shut, but I felt like I was ready to be with Alexander. I was ready to let myself be happy, even if only for a night.  
    He came straight at me, the focus of a predatory tiger lasered in, its prey knowing its fate. I smiled, a little more mischievous than I had actually intended, and let him take me into his strong arms. He wrapped me into him in almost an instance. His hands floated down over the curve of my lower back and scooped me up by my ass, bringing our faces together as he kissed me.
    I knew I had on a dress, but my legs still wrapped around him, his taste on my lips again. It only lasted a moment and I was back on the ground again, but it felt like a burning eternity.
    “Let’s go.” He grabbed my wrist and almost dragged me to the room, the lights still dim and shaded red. With just us inside, the room recaptured its previous allure. The dangerously sexy resided in here. The ones that had rough edges, explosive relationships, passionate encounters. It felt like a place that held secrets, and was yearning to hold even more. The walls begging to see the dirty, scandalous lives of its rockstar residents.
    And here I was, Alexander now guiding me inside and pulling me onto the dark red couch. I sat down as he hovered above me, my wrists pinned behind me by his firm grip. He looked down at me, a rebellious tassel of hair falling forward, dark and curled. He smelled of excitement, of pure, raw energy.
    I wanted it.
    His face fell forward and took mine, his lips pressing against mine in hunger, his hands coming up to get tangled in my hair, cupping the back of my head as his strong fingers intertwined with my locks. I breathed him in, took in the heat between us.  
    This was astronomical.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said to me, his words sounding just as sincere as his lyrics. He bit his lower lip, stopping himself from tearing off our clothes and taking me right there. I could tell. Just in the way his hips hung low, grazing my covered center, making me grow more and more excited.
    I brought my lips back to his, wanting him in my mouth. I needed this exchange of desire, this loss of control. He broke the kiss and traveled down to the groove of my soft neck, kissing the pulsing flesh. His gentle bite transformed into something more aggressive, sucking at my neck, causing my fingers to involuntarily clutch the smooth leather fabric of his jacket. I tugged at it, I wanted it off.
    He abided, leaving me neck and whipping off his jacket. He didn’t want to stop there, throwing his white t-shirt over his head and onto a side glass table. His body was perfectly chiseled, muscular and tone, strength underlying that fucking hot physique. He did me one even better and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles and