Free Cover Me (Rock Gods #3) by Joanna Blake Page A

tugged her arm from his grasp.
                  "I'm tired."
                  He didn't seem impressed with that so she used a line that always seemed to work. She sort of rubbed her throat and sighed dramatically.
                  "You know, still recuperating."
                  He grinned and leaned forward, eyeing her tits.
                  "Recuperating from what?"
                  "From the change. You know. Snip snip."
                  She watched as the look in his eyes changed from lust to shock. As she’d predicted, he backed away pretty quickly, holding his hands up in surrender.
                  "Yeah… okay you should definitely rest then."
                  She smiled smugly. Kat had known a few transexuals in her time. Some of them incredibly gorgeous women. You really could not tell they'd ever been men, which made sense since they all said they'd always felt like women inside. She felt a bit guilty using something like that to get the guy to back off but it had worked. Much better than the fake wedding ring she used to wear.
                  The sound of slow clapping made her turn around.
                  Bruce was leaning against the wall of the hotel and watching her.
                  "Impressive."
                  She tossed her hair in annoyance. His timing sucked. She really did just want to be alone. Alone to go back to her room and lick her wounds.
                  "I'm not in the mood Bruce."
                  His eyebrows shot up. In her annoyance she'd used his real name. He smiled at her triumphantly.
                  "What are you in the mood for?"
                  "I just want to be left alone."
                  He tilted his head and gave her a wry smile.
                  "That's going to be difficult for two reasons. Number one being that you were a sensation tonight. You are going to have a long career in the public eye if you keep this up."
                  She sighed. He was being kind but she knew it was true. The audience had loved her. They'd loved them together even more.
                  "What's the second reason?"
                  He crossed over to her and lifted her hand to his lips.
                  "The second reason is that you are driving me absolutely insane."
                  She gasped at the feeling of his lips against her hand. Then he turned it over and kissed her wrist. Hot spirals of lust started to pool in her belly.
                  "Bruce…"
                  He pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Gently he nudged her lips apart. The moment her mouth opened he delved inside, tasting of ginger ale and something else indefinable. Something that was pure him…
                  She moaned as he maneuvered her into the shadows, pressing her up against the wall. His larger than average arousal pressed firmly at her juncture. They both moaned as his hand closed over her breast. He started kissing her neck, using his hands to pull her hips into him. Kat stared blindly into space as he rocked his turgid erection against her.
                  Before she knew it he was tugging her dress down so he could touch her breasts. Then he was kissing them, making her moan and run her hands through his hair.
                  Sharp laughter pierced the air as she saw a group of girls cross the courtyard to the club. They hadn't seen them but the effect was still like a bucket of ice being dumped on her head. She pushed her hands against Bruce's shoulders. His head snapped up and he looked at her with his heavy lidded eyes.
                  Kat swallowed and shook her head.
                  "Please- stop-"
                  He