Page 31 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“For me too.”
Taking in his toned chest and arms, I seriously doubt that.
“You look skeptical.”
“I am. I mean, look at you. You’re Evan Freaking Andrews, lead singer of Just One Yesterday.”
“So?”
“So, I’m sure there are plenty of women—”
“Groupies.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. There are probably hundreds of groupies who would kill to be with you. They’d jump at the chance.”
“I don’t want groupies.”
His cobalt-blue eyes are serious when I hazard a glance at him.
“You don’t?”
“I haven’t wanted anyone else in months, princess. Six, to be exact.”
“Six?”
How long since I joined the band? Half a year?
He nods. “Since the moment you walked into the studio space for your audition, you’ve been the only one to capture my attention.”
“But you hated me.”
“I didn’t. But I knew I couldn’t be with you.”
“Why not?”
“The no-fraternization clause Cornerstone included in all our contracts. Band members aren’t allowed to date one another. It was never a problem when it was Noah playing keyboards. No offense to him, but I’ve seen his naked ass more times than I care to count.”
He smiles at my giggle.
“Now, your ass…” He lifts me to straddle him, his hands squeezing the sides of my ass to rub me against his hardening cock.
Moaning, I lean my head back, relishing the way the friction incites an inferno just below my sensitive flesh. When he stops, I open my eyes to find him staring up at me.
“What?” I ask, trying to ignore the self-conscious creep of doubt along the edges.
“I know why I’m here. I couldn’t resist you anymore. But what about you? I thought you hated me too. Although your sneer is more adorable than intimidating.”
I try to look angry but fail, given the way his grin only grows at my feigned frustration.
Finally, I drop my arms, and his hands find mine to weave our fingers together.
“I—I’m attracted to you too. Even when you were an asshole to me,” I say.
He squeezes my fingers in apology, his expression full of regret.
“You tease me about being someone I’m not. I’ll never be a good trophy wife like my mom and my sisters. But I’m not a full-on rebel either. I’m tired of not being happy, so I’m doing what Hollie Berry did. I’m claiming my coal for Christmas.”
“Hollie Berry?” he asks.
