Heartstrings (Rock With You #1) Rock Star Romance by Adriana Hunter Page A

you.”
    Melody
smiled, letting him take her hand as he led her to the bedroom. “You have such
a way with words, Logan.”
    In
the dim light of the bedroom, Melody stood in Logan’s arms, her fingers slowly
undoing the buttons on his shirt as he watched.
    “You
know, there are things you could be doing, rather than watching me.” She
concentrated on the task in front of her, her heart beating fast. Whether from
arousal or nerves, she didn’t know. And she really didn’t care.  The
consequences could wait until tomorrow. Being this close to Logan, willingly,
was a powerful feeling. I could get used to this.
    “I
know. But this is fine. I don’t want to spook you; I want you taking your own
sweet time.”
    She
undid the last button, pulling the shirt from his arms, running her fingers
over his broad chest. Logan’s hands came up her torso over her blouse, cupping
her breasts, thumbs sliding across her nipples. She caught her breath, her
hands still on his body, looking up at him.
    “I’m
not afraid anymore, Logan. I want this now…I want you.”
    Logan
claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, Melody returning the emotion. All
reserves Melody had melted away and she met him fully, seeking just as much
from him as he did from her.
    Eyes
closed, Melody felt Logan’s hands moving over her body, felt the tug of the
zipper on her skirt being pulled down, the soft whisper of fabric against her
skin as he removed her blouse. She shivered slightly as cool air moved across
her naked body, then again as Logan held her against his warmth. Somewhere
along the way he’d removed his jeans and he pressed himself against her, his
arousal evident.
    “Come
with me.” Logan’s voice was low and seductive, and Melody thought at that
moment, she’d follow him anywhere. He led her to the bed, laying her gently
down on the soft sheets, settling himself next to her.
    “I’m
going to make love to you Melody, long and slow, and then again after that. I
don’t expect we’ll get much sleep, but there’s time for sleep later.”
    She
looked at him, his eyes filled with passion…for her. No man had ever looked at
her like this, not even Patrick. It made her heart swell, almost took her
breath away. She lifted one hand, cupping his cheek for a moment and nodded,
not trusting her voice. And at this moment, ethics and rules and what was right
or wrong didn’t matter. What she felt when she was wrapped in his arms was all
that she wanted and needed.
    Logan
smiled and then brought his lips to hers. She felt the corners of his lips
holding that smile until he deepened the kiss, the smile replaced with heated
desire.
    Gracefully
he moved over her, parting her legs. His first thrust took her by surprise, not
with size or force, but with the total certainty with which he laid claim to
her. There was no doubt in her mind she was what he wanted and he was taking
what was his.
    And
Melody gladly gave him what he sought, meeting him as an equal, taking from him
as much as giving. Logan gave her pleasure, no argument there, but he gave her
something else, something she’d never expected from any man.
    Beyond
Logan’s sheer physical presence, his intoxicating sexuality, beyond the
delicious movement of their bodies together, she felt the freedom to let her
emotions go. Logan gave her the freedom—and the security—to let
this experience touch her heart. And it did, in an unexpected but not
unwelcomed way.
    Near
the end, as she cried out, arching up against him, he held her face between his
hands, kissing her cheeks and lips and eyelids, as focused on her then as he
had been from the beginning. She heard him murmuring something against her neck,
soft words she didn’t understand. But her body was so filled with physical
ecstasy, every cell alive as her release washed through her, that she became
lost in her own pleasure, her arms clutching Logan, her legs wrapped around his
hips. His words were lost in her cries.
    He
joined her then, his head