Free Rock Stars Do It Dirty by Jasinda Wilder

familiar spiked through the fog and the thunder in his skull to his awareness. It was subtle at first, a combination of scents, lotion and perfume and shampoo, woman-scent…and then a series of sensations, the way her body fit against his, a tickle of hair on his face, and the heat of an intense gaze.
    Chase cracked his eyelids open to see the burning jade orbs that had haunted his dreams for months staring down at him.
    “Y-you?” Her voice broke.  
    Chase tried to catch his breath and speak, but the wind scoured past his nose and mouth, taking it, and the pain in his head and the ache in his heart all conspired to keep him gasping. Most of all, it was her beauty that left him breathless.
    Her hands were on his chest, resting lightly. Her lips were inches from his, red and full. Her breasts were crushed against him, and…he was instantly erect, hard as a rock and near to bursting in the space of a single heartbeat. And all Jamie was doing was looking at him.  
    Then he truly looked at her. Her eyes were red, and unshed tears were pooling, threatening to spill out. “Jamie? Are you okay?”
    She could only shake her head. She tried to get off him, to stand up, but she couldn’t. Chase let his head touch back down to the cold concrete, snow drifting around his eyes, and gazed up at her.
    “Yeah, me either,” he said.
    Jamie laughed, a choked sound. “Help me up. I can’t…”
    Chase stood up gingerly, helping Jamie to her feet. He didn’t let go when they were upright. He drew her instinctively into his arms, and she went willingly, seemingly unconsciously. “What’s wrong, Jay?”
    “Everything. You. Me. Just…everything.”
    Chase laughed again, knowing what she meant, somehow. “I wish I didn’t understand that, but I do. All too well.”
    “Why are you here? Why do you always show up at the worst times?”
    “I wish I knew.” He felt truth boiling on his lips. “But then…I do know. I keep showing up because we’re meant to be.”
    “It can’t be.”
    “But it is.”
    Jamie sobbed into his chest, as if a dam had burst open, then cut herself off just as quickly. “Why? Why, Chase?”
    “Why what?”
    Jamie pulled back to meet his green piercing brown. “Why did you have to make me fall in love with you? I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.”
    Chase felt something hot and wet burn down his cheek. “I don’t know, Jay. But I’ve been wondering the same thing. Why, oh, why did I have to fall in love with the one girl I can’t have?”
    Jamie’s eyes slid closed, fluttered, then opened. When her eyes met his again, he saw a new kind of determination in them. As if she’d made a decision. The hot wetness stung his eyes, almost as if he was crying, but that wasn’t possible. He hadn’t cried since he was in elementary school, if not before. Certainly not over a girl.
    Then he felt moist, soft, wet lips touch his cheek where the saltiness stung his skin, heat on his cold flesh. Again and again her lips touched his face, cheek, chin, forehead, throat, neck, then…a pause…bated breath…and her lips touched his. Chase’s eyes were closed tight, blocking away the world, and he almost flinched, so intense and visceral was the sensation of her lips on his. Like hot wine, like a drug.  
    He had no chance of resisting.  
    He kissed her back, softly at first. So softly. Then her lips pulled away, and he heard her drag in a shuddering breath. He opened his eyes and saw her, tear-tracks on her cheeks, wiping them with trembling fingers. Chase mimicked her gesture, kissing away the salt of her tears, trailing kisses across her face, over her lips, tasting hesitantly, then taking hungrily. She met him with equally sudden ferocity, and they were lost together then.  
    Chase pulled away first. “If you walk away again, if you tell me no again, I’ll be broken in a way that can never be fixed,” he said.
    Jamie shuddered, and then collapsed into his chest. “Me, too.” Her words were