Free Sweet Melody (Rock & Rodeo Romance #1) by Jaye Ripley Page B

even deny that what we have is worth more than a quick fuck.”
    To any other girl, his words would calm her, maybe even get her excited about the possibility of more. My heart instead of my pussy throbs too hard, and my body tenses against his.
    He doesn’t let go. “When I came into the club and heard you singing, I thought about how amazing you are. That you should be singing in front of crowds and admired for your raw talent. Well, that and your smoking hot curves.”
    Hunter bites my earlobe as he chuckles, and my own stupid giggle breaks the tension between us.
    He continues, still holding onto me. “But when I crouched down next to you and saw the beautiful woman that went with that incredible voice, I knew I wanted you all to myself. Not just to bang up against a wall, although that thought did fill my brain and travel down to other parts of me, but because I wanted to figure you out. Like I do with our songs. One note at a time. You’re a song in progress for me, and until I work you out, you’ll be in my system.”
    His words confirm that he feels something more than the sexual connection between us. That statement both excites and terrifies me. My body leans against his hold to break away.
    “Uh-uh, Mel. Don’t overthink this. Don’t overthink us. I’m not talking about forever, so relax for me.” Hunter’s fingers trace circles on my skin. “Know that whatever happens between us tonight, you already mean more to me than just a quick fuck and duck. And if that’s going to make you run, then I’ll let you go.”
    With those words, he squeezes and releases me. My feet stay glued in place while my brain revs into overdrive to figure out what to do next.
    Most of the time, men serve to get me off—no more, no less. And the few times I let one of them even part way in, it never ends well. But if I walk away from Hunter in this moment, I may hate myself for the rest of the month, the year, maybe even my life. Besides, he’s moving to Nashville soon anyway.
    I turn to face him. My fear dissipates into acceptance of deeper desires when his lips break into that boyish smile with that dimple I have to lick sometime soon.
    I tip my head to the side and give him one long look until my eyes meet his. “So if we’re not going to use each other just to come, then what are we going to do?”
    Hunter holds out his hand. “Oh, you’re going to come , Melody.” He escorts me to his truck and helps me into the passenger seat, buckling me in. With a confident grin, he finishes. “And if you’ll trust me enough to give in a little like you did before, I’ll guarantee multiple times.”
    He touches the bandana in my hair and looks to me for permission. Before my rational side can talk me out of it, I nod and untie the red fabric from around my hair. Soft curls drop down my shoulders in waves as my hairstyle comes undone.
    Hunter fingers my hair and takes the bandana from me. “Lean forward a bit,” he directs.
    The soft fabric covers my eyes. He ties it behind my head, and checks twice to make sure of its tightness. “I don’t want you guessing what’s coming up next,” he says in one ear. His finger traces a path from my cheek, down my neck and to my cleavage, causing chills to break over my skin. In my other ear, he exhales warm air and whispers, “I just want you to experience.”
    His tongue licks my earlobe and sucks it in. The inability to see him heightens his tactile explorations. His lips and teeth nip and nibble their way down my neck. Unable to hold back, I moan.
    The door closes, making me jump. I hear his chuckle as he walks around to his side. The cab moves a bit as he climbs in. A slight breeze tickles my nose when the A/C turns on with the truck.
    “You sure you can’t see?”
    “Nope. I’m at your mercy.”
    “And I promise you won’t regret it.” Hunter revs the engine, backs out, and drives out of the parking lot to a destination unknown to me.
    My heart bursts in my chest as the