Rock Me All Night by Katherine Garbera Page A

it’s a chore and something they have to do.”
    â€œAh, sweetheart, there’s nothing about you that’s a chore.”
    â€œReally?” she asked. Her eyes went wide and she tilted her head to the side, something he noticed she did when she was trying to figure him out.
    Damn, was he showing her his own vulnerabilities? He didn’t want her to realize that romance was really all he was good for. He was an expert at saying and doing the right things—for a while. He’d never been able to figure out when romance was no longer enough in a relationship.
    He leaned over to kiss her, because she tempted him to believe in some things that he knew weren’t real.
    She sighed into his mouth, tasting faintly of the exotically spiced tea he knew she drank. Her hands against his neck were cold but her mouth under his was hot.
    He tipped her head farther back, opening her completely for his invasion. It was a calculated move to show her his supremacy. She tightened her fingers on his shoulders, her nails scoring him through the thin layer of his oxford shirt.
    He snaked one arm around her waist and lifted her into his body. She didn’t struggle but undulated against him, making him realize that his control was an illusion. He hardened in a rush as she rubbed her hips lightly over his.
    â€œGet a room,” Ty said.
    Jack didn’t lift his mouth from Lauren’s but reached around her and socked his brother in the shoulder. Lauren pulled away. Her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses.
    God, he needed more than a few moments with her. He needed her naked under him. More and more he was beginning to believe that was the only way he’d be able to figure her out.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” Ty asked. “I thought you weren’t the type to publicly humiliate yourself over a woman.”
    Jack groaned. Ty was clearly in a very good mood, which meant his brother was going to be very annoying. “Lauren, sweetheart, would you look away for a minute?”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œSo I can twist my brother’s arm and make him behave.”
    â€œBeating up your little brother…I thought you’doutgrown that,” Ty said. “He always was a big bully.”
    Lauren just laughed and put herself firmly between the two of them.
    â€œActually I’m here because your PR gal, Misty Rogers, said she’d pick me off the line of men.”
    Lauren took Jack’s hand, leading him over to Ray and his producer, Didi. Jack watched her work, wishing they could get out of the theatre. Go someplace quiet.
    He stopped thinking of romance and seduction and just forgot about all the things he knew to do with women. He went to her and put his arms around her, pulled her back against his chest. She reached into her purse and pulled out a CD. Over her shoulder he saw that she was holding Manilow Scores.
    â€œYour secret obsession will be known to the world if you carry that around.”
    â€œIt’s a gift for you,” she said, slipping the CD into his overcoat pocket. “I think my secret obsession has changed.”
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    Jack brought dessert and opened a bottle of wine while she put the finishing touches on dinner later that night. Lauren enjoyed working with him in the kitchen. So much of what she thought of as home seemed to center around food. Every dish she prepared reminded her of someone in her family.
    â€œI like this. After your ‘quick cooking’ comment, I wasn’t expecting such a well-equipped kitchen.”
    Lauren glanced around. She’d inherited a lot of her grandmother’s kitchen machines and gadgets.
    â€œYou shouldn’t rush to judgment.”
    â€œI’m learning that with you,” he said. “Who’s in that picture over the phone?”
    She glanced at the photo of the small storefront grocer with her great-grandmother standing in front of it. The black-and-white photo had been taken in 1918 at