Where Lightning Strikes by Jackson A. L

Author:Jackson, A. L. [Jackson, A. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Music, Contemporary
Goodreads: 26124429
Publisher: A.L Jackson Books Inc.
Published: 2016-03-01T08:00:00+00:00

I GAVE A QUICK knock to Lyrik’s door. After a couple seconds of no response, I craned my ear toward the wood.

No sound or movement on the other side.

Sucking in a breath, I turned the knob and let myself in. I fought the reckless grin when I thought back to the day when he’d granted me a little more access into the private parts of his life.

“I stopped by this afternoon, but you weren’t here.”

“Why didn’t you just come inside? My place is almost always unlocked.” He smirked. “Hazards of having lazy, nosy, too-comfortable friends like Ash and Zee. Gave up trying to keep them out of my business a long time ago.”

“Feeling awful brave there, aren’t you, rock star, giving someone the chance to just waltz into your apartment?”

He shrugged. “Nah, just don’t care all that much about stuff. Besides, I kinda like having a reason to kick ass.”

Obsidian eyes flashed and he raked just the tip of his fingernail down my cheek. Chills spread like a building avalanche. “But seriously, baby, nothing I’d like better than walking in and finding you lying in my bed. Preferably naked. Next time, don’t hesitate.”

I mean, giving me free rein in his apartment seemed like a big deal. Right? I couldn’t help but hope he was coming around. That maybe he was beginning to want the same things I couldn’t help but want, the hopeful ideas that had sprouted and taken residence in my heart and mind.

They rang with words like real and commitment and forever.

So maybe it was stupid and naïve.

A slow, cold shiver rolled through me when I remembered all the promises I’d made myself. That I’d never again find myself in this position. In a place of vulnerability and weakness. It took me all of one second to write the thought off because what Lyrik and I had was entirely different. Not even close to being the same.

Lyrik respected me.

Cared about me.

I knew he did.

When it came to him, there wasn’t a whole lot of hesitation on my part. Not anymore. I wanted everything I could get and then I wanted a little more.

Late-afternoon sun blazed through the French doors pouring natural light into his apartment. My arms were weighed down by shopping bags, and I trudged across the space toward the kitchen where I set the bags on the small round table.

Excitement glimmered in a slow dance in my belly as I began to unpack the groceries.

Was it foolish to feel so good that I’d found a little of the old me?

The sound of the shower filtered through the walls from the bathroom tucked within Lyrik’s bedroom, and that excitement sharpened. Streaked with desire and lust.

Humming under my breath, I pulled a pot from the bottom cabinet and filled it with water, spun around, my hips striking up their own dance as I swayed across Lyrik’s kitchen to the stove on the opposite side.

The gas stove clicked as I turned the knob and a ring of flames came to life.

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