Free Ballroom Blitz by Lorelei James

out and perched on the edge of the bed. “Bet you’re happy to come home to this place after being on the road.”
    Jon still leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “Yep. And today is one of the rare days I’ve made my bed.”
    “You sound proud of that.”
    “I am.”
    “Is this where I finally get a glimmer of rock-star behavior?”
    He smiled. “Maybe. I stay in hotels and the maids clean up after me. I stay in the tour bus and we have a service that cleans it or I sleep on an unmade bunk. I tend to forget I’m responsible for those mundane things when I come home.”
    Her fingers pleated the plush comforter fabric as she tried to figure out how to phrase her next question. “Your house is great but I expected—”
    “It to be bigger? More ostentatious?”
    “No. I expected you to have a music room.”
    Jon’s posture relaxed. “I have an entire studio behind the house. You didn’t see it when we drove up?”
    She shook her head.
    “I wanted to keep the spaces separate. One where I could work on music and write. And a home where I could just be.”
    He sauntered forward with that sex-on-legs walk and she couldn’t look away from him.
    Then he gently pushed her shoulders and she rolled down onto the mattress. He loomed over her. “So we staying in here and messing up the sheets? Or returning to the living room for polite conversation?”
    His pupils were so dark she couldn’t see any blue in his eyes. He radiated enough body heat any chill on her skin evaporated. This potent, sexy man wanted her. Her .
    Maggie wreathed her arms around his neck. “Fuck polite. Let’s get wild.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Jon lost his focus for a moment as he kissed her, cranking the heat simmering between them into an inferno.
    Maggie’s body arched, one hand twisted in his hair, the other gripping his hip. Her soft lips clung to his as her tongue stroked and teased, her mouth urgent in expressing her need.
    He pushed up and looked down at her.
    Seeing the flush on her cheeks and the passion darkening her eyes almost had him throwing caution to the wind, giving into the hard, fast fuck they both wanted now and slowing it down for a second round.
    But Maggie wasn’t taking the lead in this dance.
    “I like seeing you in my bed,” Jon said silkily, pressing a kiss below her ear. Then he let his lips follow her jawline to the other ear. “But I’d like it even more if you were naked.”
    “Have I mentioned how fast I am at getting in and out of my clothes? I can show you if you want.”
    He smiled against her cheek. “Nope. Because we’re doing this my way.”
    “Meaning slow.”
    “Meaning…my way.” Jon rubbed his mouth over hers, keeping their eyes locked, which increased the intimacy of the connection.
    Maggie undulated beneath him, her impatience palpable.
    “Got some place to be?” he asked.
    “On top of you, riding you like a pony.”
    “That’s something we’ll have to try. Later.” He captured her mouth with a kiss packed with such sexual greed, she whimpered when he broke free. Jon scooted forward on his knees, forcing her to straddle his legs. “Lift your arms.”
    She sat up and he removed the tank top.
    Jon curled his hands over her shoulders, sweeping his thumbs across her clavicle. “So pretty.”
    “If I’d known I’d end up here tonight, I would’ve worn something sexier than my sports bra.”
    He tipped her chin up. “Ask me tomorrow what bra you wore and I won’t remember. But I will remember the taste of your skin and how it felt when I touched you. Take it off.”
    Maggie pulled her bra off and flopped back on the bed. “Now it’s easier for your hands to fulfill the promises that sweet-talkin’ mouth of yours just made.”
    “And fulfill they will.”
    She gestured to his shirt. “You are lagging behind.”
    “Can’t have that.” Jon performed a slow striptease with his sleeveless T-shirt as he removed it.
    Her eyes ate up his chest, arms and abdomen once he