Not Just Another Romance Novel by Lisa Suzanne Page B

in front of the house.
    “Looks like Brody and Kane have guests,” he muttered.
    I almost asked if he’d rather go to my place, but I was curious about his house. I wanted to know more about him, and what better place to learn than his house?
    “Your roommates?” I asked.
    He nodded and shut off the car. “And MFB’s drummer and bassist.”
    “What about the other two?”
    “Rascal’s got his own apartment and Adam still lives with his parents.”
    “Rascal?”
    He chuckled. “Nickname. His name is William Rascowitz. Someone called him Rascal in kindergarten and it stuck.”
    He opened his door, and I followed suit, too quick for him once again.
    I giggled as he ran around the front of the car to my side. He caught my hand just as I shut the door. He tugged on my wrist and pushed me with his body up against the car door I’d just shut.
    Holy. Fuck.
    His body pressed into mine, and I could feel the hard cuts of muscle he’d kept hidden beneath his clothes.
    And I could tell he was hot for me with the way his bulge pressed into my belly.
    I was sweating. I had to be.
    It was hot out in his driveway, or maybe it was just him.
    Jesus.
    His eyes locked onto mine. His were friendly and gentle despite the heat he packed with his body flush against me.
    I was two seconds from tearing his clothes off when he finally spoke, his voice low and gritty.
    “You gotta give a guy a chance to open the door for his girl.”
    Oh shit. I was his girl now?
    Challenge accepted.
    I was breathless when I spoke. “I think I prefer this.”
    He chuckled softly, and then he leaned his head down. But instead of kissing me, he rested his forehead against mine.
    “I think I prefer this, too. I like you, Piper.” His breath was warm against my lips. I just needed two more inches for our lips to connect. Or less. I’d never been good with measurements.
    “I bet you say that to all the girls.” I tried to keep things light, but he made it difficult.
    “Trust me. I don’t.”
    Somehow I did trust him. I believed him.
    Mostly because I felt like he was struggling with something. If he was really the guy Austin claimed he was, he would’ve had me naked and begging by now.
    But instead, he’d treated me to a wonderful date, he’d been friendly and gentlemanly, and he’d taken things relatively slowly even with the obvious hot undercurrent between us.
    I had a sneaking suspicion about the struggle he was facing.
    And I was pretty sure it was the same struggle I was facing.
    I wanted him to bang me until the sun came up. But another equal part of me also wanted to take things slowly, to see what could come of the two of us.
    I liked him much more than a one night fling. I wanted to see him again.
    And based on the signals he’d been sending me pretty much the entire night, I knew the feeling was mutual.
    He backed away quickly and discreetly adjusted himself. He muttered something under his breath, and then he linked his fingers through mine, just like he had all night long, and the two of us headed into his place.
    “D-Hunt!” An attractive guy with longish dark hair and dark eyes who’d clearly had too much to drink stood in the entryway as we walked in. I glanced around. The house was nice for three guys. The front door opened into an open floor plan. A family room sat to my left, housing a huge television, a couch, a loveseat, and some mismatched recliners. The kitchen was on the right. People hung out in the family room, and a few more people sat around a small kitchen table playing poker. There were about ten or twelve people in all hanging out in the house.
    “Drunk already, Brody?” Dax asked with a grin.
    Brody walked toward us. “You bet your ass. Who’s the broad?”
    “Dude, seriously? Broad?”
    I did my best to look offended, but it was just a word. It didn’t bother me. In fact, it kind of made me giggle a little.
    “Sorry. Who’s the lassie?”
    I rolled my eyes at Brody. “Piper Andrews,” I said.
    “Is this