Something I Need (xoxo Nashville Book 1) by Lena Lowe Page B

His voice was hard and stiff, like the rest of him.
    She did so a little too eagerly and hit her head against the red felt-covered slate.
    “Shit. Are you okay?” He scrambled up onto the table, worried she’d cracked her head open.
    Jonte nodded and he moved closer. He caressed her head and lay down next to her, quickly finding her lips again, desperate for that lime taste, those lips, her. Without hesitation, she hitched her leg over his hip, opening herself up to him. He rocked his body against her, his hands splayed on the felt at either side of her head, caging her underneath him. Jonte’s hand slid under his work shirt, and his muscles contracting at her touch. She made her way to his belt buckle and his head fell forward.
    Christ. For the second time tonight, he knew Tanner had been right and he was in big trouble. Everything was moving fast, but it felt so damn good. His hands stroked her hair and his lips nuzzled her neck, causing her to moan his name in what he presumed was delight, considering how she was wriggling herself up against him, more determined now.
    He wanted her. Had to have her. Here on the god damn filthy pool table.
    Cash was lost in the haze of licking his way up Jonte’s neck, and over the thrum of the music, he heard the click of a key in the lock. He cursed but was too tangled up with Jonte to move quickly enough when the door swung open.
    “Well, this is interesting.” Dolly’s satisfied purr was back. “I was just coming to check on Jonte, but clearly she’s fine, so I’ll be off.”
    Dolly offered him a smirk before she left. He cursed again, fumbled with his belt, and slid off the pool table.
    “I’m so sorry,” Jonte whispered.
    She had nothing to be sorry for. This was all on him and his stupid raging boner. For fuck’s sake. How had he let that get so out of control? She’d been drinking, and she was his employee, and his twin sister’s new friend and roommate.
    “No, that was all my fault.” He pulled his boots back on, embarrassed he’d let things go so far so fast. “I should never have let that happen.”
    Jonte stumbled off the pool table and rushed to get her own boots. She didn’t bother putting them on. She just scooped them up and ran for the door. He let her go, uncertain of what the hell he was supposed to say, although, he was certain he was supposed to say something. What a fucking mess! He wasn’t supposed to care about her and he sure as shit wasn’t supposed to have enjoyed that as much as he had. He was perfectly happy with his quiet existence and didn’t need some Aussie country singer wannabe in blue cowboy boots screwing everything up.

11
    J onte pulled the covers up higher and tried to ignore Dolly’s footsteps that pitter-pattered through the apartment as she dashed around getting ready for work. Never in her life had she been so mortified. Of course the one time she let go, this happened. No doubt her mother would say it was karma biting her on the ass for being so easy.
    Ugh. She didn’t care about her mum, but she did care about what Dolly thought.
    Did Dolly hate her? Or think she was slutty? What if she thought she was using her to get to Cash? A few stupid shots of tequila and look at the mess she’d gone and made.
    The pull-out squeaked and dipped – what the?
    Jonte turned and found Dolly sitting on the edge of the bed.
    “Just checkin’ on you before I take off.”
    “No need, I’m fine.”
    “I shouldn’t have come looking for you.”
    What? Dolly was apologizing?
    “Don’t say that. You were a godsend. I was so stupid last night, I can’t believe –”
    “So you don’t like Cash?”
    Jonte wasn’t sure what she felt for Cash. Right now she felt like a complete moron. I should have never let this happen . That’s what he’d said. He didn’t want her. No doubt he already thought she was a mistake, like that PA from Tanner’s office. No, no, no. She shouldn’t be so damn judgmental. After all, Crystal had tried to