Tracing Holland (NSB Book 2) by Alyson Santos

Author:Alyson Santos [Santos, Alyson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-09T21:00:00+00:00

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We’re not rolling out to our next stop until the morning, so the consensus is to let off steam at a local club after the show. Even Jesse and the Limelight guys are in, so as much as I dread the thought of an evening with Holland in the seductive atmosphere of a club under the watchful eye of her babysitter Wes, I accept that this is one social obligation I can’t avoid.

Still reeling from our afternoon in the dressing room, I had made the mistake of stalking her performance from backstage later that night. Huge error, since now I can’t get her out of my head. I watch her in the car to the club, as she moves a few paces ahead on her way to the door, study her arm intertwined with Callie’s. She’s gorgeous, as always, but it’s how she’s able to plow right through my epic bullshit and completely stir the dormant core underneath that’s got me glued to her every move. It doesn’t help that her own eyes keep wandering toward me, plunging deep into my soul before tracing every line of my body through my clothing. We both know what we want. We both know we’re not going to be able to have it right now.

We laugh and joke with the others, settling on opposite sides of the table when the hostess shows us to a private area. But that electricity is always there, sparking, waiting for the moment when the hidden glance creeps from a safe conversation with the others to the burning longing for each other just out of reach. My head is a mess, my body fully charged, and when she finally grabs my hand to dance, I’m sure she’s lost her mind.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I warn as she drags me toward the dance floor.

“It’s a terrible idea, but I don’t care. I have to touch you and figured this was better than tackling you at the table,” she tosses back, sending my hot blood on a rampage.

She turns without warning and throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into her. I immediately feel the tension release and build at the same time, tearing apart anything left of my will. My hands move over her as well, her smooth back, her perfect ass, and when she sucks in her breath to absorb my touch, I don’t know how to stop myself from kissing her. I need her. I need us.

She meets my lips with a hunger that ravishes both of us, and for a brief moment there is no club. No dance floor, no music, no dizzying mix of tightly pressed bodies. There’s nothing, no one, just Holland and Luke, together, filling each other with something we can’t explain and can’t get enough of. But we’re not alone. We have a huge audience, and part of who we are means we don’t get to make our own choices. We both understand that all too well when she quickly pulls back and rests her head against my cheek instead.

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