Heartstrings (Rock With You #1) Rock Star Romance

By Adriana Hunter

Rock Star Erotic Romance
Rock With You (#1)

Copyright © 2013, Adriana Hunter

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Published by Wet Ink Publishing

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This is a work of
fiction. All names, characters, locations and places are solely the product of
the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, including events, areas, locations and situations is entirely
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 “I think you've had enough, lady.” Sam,
the bartender was leaning against the bar, giving her a patient, but stern
look.

“I'm
fine...really. I just want another drink, please.” Melody tried to reach for
her glass, but the bartender moved it just out of her reach.

“Sam,
right? Your name is Sam. See? If I were drunk, I wouldn't remember your name.”
She tried to give him her brightest smile, but he just shook his head.

“Lady,
I'm wearing a name tag. So your logic's a bit flawed.”

“I'm
a lawyer; I don't need logic,” she mumbled, but Sam had turned away from the
bar, taking her glass with him.

“Hey!
Come back here...”

“Look,
I'm just doing my job...” Sam tossed the words back over his shoulder.

“She's
with me...”

Sam
turned around, the startled look on his face replaced by an obsequious smile as
he recognized the voice. “Oh, yes, Mr. MacKenzie. I’m sorry. I...didn't
realize.”

Melody
spun around, wobbling slightly on the barstool, looking up at the man who'd
spoken.

“I'm
not with you...”

“Come
on. Let's go find a nice quiet corner and we can talk.” He nodded to the
bartender, spoke a few words before taking Melody's elbow. With easy grace he helped
her off the barstool and steered her toward a dark corner of the bar, sliding
her into a secluded booth.

“And
you are?” Melody squinted at the man, pulling her elbow from his grasp. He
looked familiar, but the bar was dark and, if she had to admit it, maybe she
was just a little bit drunk. His name was on the tip of her tongue, but that's
as far as it got.

“Logan
MacKenzie. Nice to meet you...Miss…?”

He
was looking at her, one eyebrow raised, waiting for her to reply.

Logan
MacKenzie. He was the lead singer for the biggest rock-band to come out of
Scotland in the past decade.  Revolution…No…Revise…Revival! That was it.

“Oh…um…Melody.
Melody Lawson.” She stuck her out her hand, feeling ridiculous now that she’d
recognized him.

“Nice
to meet you, Melody. Please, have a seat.”

Sam
appeared, depositing a bottle and two glasses on the table. Logan poured their
drinks and he tipped his glass toward Melody.

“A
toast then, to making new friends.”

Reluctantly,
Melody tapped her glass against his, sloshing a bit of the amber liquid onto the
table.

“To
new friends.” She took a drink, sputtering briefly. Whatever he’d poured into
her glass was dark and complex, heady and aromatic, tasting of vanilla and oranges,
and was simply amazing.

“What
is this?” She took another sip, rolling the liquid around in her mouth.

“Whisky,
specifically Macallan, 1965. It's a favorite of mine; it reminds me of home. I'm
happy they had it here. Do you like it?”

Melody
sniffed at the glass. “I'm not sure...I don't drink much and certainly not
whisky.”

Logan
laughed. “It's an acquired taste, but once you get used to it, you'll never
want anything besides a single malt Scotch again. And always Macallan, if you
can. But then, I may be a bit biased.”

Logan
leaned forward, his elbows on the table. Melody felt his eyes resting on her and
she was momentarily flustered, dropping her gaze. She resisted the urge to bite
her nails, the fall back nervous tick that she'd thought she'd finally outgrown.
But beneath the smoldering gaze of Logan MacKenzie, all of Melody's old
insecurities quickly resurfaced.

“So
why is a pretty woman like you drinking all by yourself in a hotel bar?”

Melody
looked at Logan, determined not to spill her entire life’s story, or at least
not the sorry chapter she was in the middle of. He was, after all, a rock star
and a perfect stranger. But she thought she saw a genuine interest flickering in
his eyes, not just the uninterested stare of someone making idle conversation.
And that undid the floodgates.

Melody
broke into tears, every emotion she'd been holding inside suddenly bubbling to
the surface. She dropped her face into her hands, sobbing loudly.

She
felt a sudden movement next to her, the leather bench sagging with the added
weight, and then Logan had his arm around her shoulder.

“I'm
sorry...for whatever I said. I certainly didn't mean to upset you.”

Melody
sniffled, groping in her purse for a tissue.

“I'm
sorry...it's just been…a really long day.”

“Do
you want to talk about it? It might help.”

“Really...no.
It's just...” And the tears started again. Logan patted her back and she turned
toward him, opening her mouth to speak, but ending up burying her face in his
shoulder instead. He held her for a moment, rubbing her back lightly, until
she'd recovered her composure.

“It's
just...tonight was supposed to be a celebration. I won an important case…I’m a
lawyer. And Patrick, my fiancé…” Melody sniffled, wiping her nose. “My ex-fiancé,
I guess now…”

She
took a deep breath, fishing her cell phone out of her purse. “Here…he broke up
with me…” Melody pushed her cell phone toward Logan. “He broke up with me in a
text! Can you believe that?” She pulled the phone back, staring angrily at the
screen. “Who breaks up with their fiancé that way? What are we, twelve?” Melody
jammed the phone back into her purse.

“I’d
say he’s a complete idiot, dumping you, regardless of how he did it.” Logan
took a sip of his drink. Melody watched his hands, the long fingers, the
graceful way he held his glass.

She
suddenly became aware of how close to her he was sitting. Her thigh was pressed
against his leg, her skirt tugged up a bit, exposing more leg than she usually
did. But she didn’t care. She liked the feeling of his muscular frame touching
hers, rubbing against her stocking-covered leg. After all, he was a man and she
was now a free woman. It didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous, all dark
eyes and black hair, high cheekbones and a long straight nose.

Plus
his voice was pure magic to her ears, the Scots accent evident, the sound deep
and rich. She’d heard him on the radio—it was hard not to these
days—and his singing voice was somewhere between a rasp and a growl. But
when he spoke, it was all velvet over honey, soft and rich.

And
his mouth, lips full and sensuous, but still looked incredibly masculine. Melody
felt a blush creep up her cheeks and realized she was staring at his lips. Her
glass was empty and she pushed it toward Logan. He poured another shot of the
delicious whisky into her glass, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“You’re
blushing, Melody.” Logan leaned over, running one finger down her cheek. “Most
becoming. Is it from the alcohol or…something else?”

She
met his eyes, holding his gaze, the Macallan making her brave. “Both…”

When
he leaned over and kissed her, she didn’t resist. She kissed him back, tasting
the whisky on his lips, felt his tongue tracing along her lower lip. There was
a restrained longing in his kiss, a quality she found appealing, oddly in
contrast with his almost overwhelming charisma. But then all thoughts left her
head and she was overtaken by a more primal need, to take this wherever Logan
wanted to go with it, and if he weren’t going to go all the way, then she’d
take the lead.

But
it became quickly evident that Logan was thinking the same thing that she was.
His hand had moved to her leg, gently caressing her skin, fingers sliding
beneath the hem of her skirt to the inside of her thigh, tracing along the lacy
edge of her stockings.

Melody
parted her lips, a small moan escaping her as she deepened their kiss, her hand
reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

Soon
they were locked in an embrace, arms gripped tightly around each other, pressed
together in the small booth. By the time Logan broke away, she was practically
sitting on his lap.

“I
have an idea…” Logan didn’t have a chance to finish the sentence before Melody
was sliding out of the booth, pulling him by the hand.

She
heard him laugh as she felt him pull against her hand. “Wait…”

Looking
over her shoulder, she watched him lean back, grabbing the bottle of whisky
from the table.

“Never
leave the Macallan, even for a beautiful wanton woman.”

They
were in each other’s arms before the door to Logan’s room had even closed. Logan
pulled her close, still holding the bottle, his lips first finding her neck,
moving quickly up the her lips, the kiss passionate and deep the instant his
mouth came down on hers. Melody wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, pulling
close, her body pressed against his.

“You’re
a little spitfire, aren’t you?” Logan walked her backwards, reaching down to
set the bottle on the side table. With both hands now free, he pulled her tight
against him. Melody could feel his arousal, his erection pushing against her
stomach. There was an answering thump deep in her belly and a heat flooding
through her, competing with the warmth the whisky had ignited earlier.

Logan’s
hands were everywhere, running up and down her back, cupping her ass, skating
over her breasts. Melody’s hands were equally busy, working at the buttons of
his shirt, pulling back the fabric, her fingers exploring the expanse of his
broad chest.

She
broke away, looking into his dark eyes, breathing fast.

“Take
me to bed, Logan. Now.”

With
easy strength he scooped her up, walking down the short hall to the bedroom of
his suite. He laid her gently on the bed, straightening to look down at her as
he undid the last buttons of his shirt. She saw heat and lust in his eyes,
mirroring what she felt at the moment. Those were the only things she wanted to
feel at the moment; she wanted no other thoughts or feelings, nothing to remind
her of Patrick. And this handsome man, this gorgeous Scotsman was just what she
needed.

For
a brief moment she wondered what she was doing here, but the Macallan was
working through her veins, everything taking on a surreal quality. She felt
excitement fluttering alongside arousal, the same sensation she got just before
heading in to court, knowing she was ready, she was on top of her game, looking
forward to winning.

Melody
lay on her back, looking up at Logan, taking in the sharp angles of his cheek
and nose, the full lips, the hair curling around his shoulders. He undid the
snap and zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his narrow hips, his eyes never
leaving hers. Then he was naked, looking down at her with all the confidence of
a man who is used to performing, with a charisma that almost took her breath
away.

Logan
climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss Melody. His hands were sliding over
the silk of her dress, his fingers caressing her breasts. Suddenly her dress
was confining; she wanted to be just as naked as Logan, to feel his body next
to hers, skin to skin.

She
rose to her knees, tugging her dress up by the hem. Logan smiled at her, taking
the hem and pulling the dress over her head.

As
soon as the garment was on the floor, he pushed her back onto the bed, looking
down on her on the bed.

“Ah…garters
and stockings. My favorite. No one wears these anymore…” Logan’s fingers were
moving over her body, fingering the satin garter belt and sheer stockings,
sliding briefly between her legs, caressing the inside of her thigh, moving
further north.

Melody
blushed, remembering that she’d worn the lingerie for Patrick, sans panties, of
course. But now, instead of being embarrassed at being almost naked with an
almost stranger, she was suddenly emboldened, arching her back as Logan stroked
her softly, slowly, his fingers moving over the tender skin of her inner thigh,
lightly brushing higher, setting off waves of heat in her body.

She’d
never had anyone be so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. Thoughts of
Patrick encroached again, of his forceful manner and predictable moves, and she
pushed them aside. It wasn’t fair to compare either man to the other,
particularly when she’d just been dumped by one of them. But there really was
no comparison; this was so erotic it took her by surprise, completely took her
breath away.

 Logan
was lying next to her, his hands back on her full breasts as he kissed her
deeply, his tongue working magic as he thrust it against hers. Melody wrapped
her arms around his neck, pulling him close, her legs moving restlessly on the
bed, giddy with the sensation of being with this man, this unknown stranger,
who excited her in ways no man ever had.

His
hands moved to her bra, tugging it down, exposing her breasts. Logan slid down
in the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders, working his way to the soft mounds
of her breasts, finally flicking his tongue around her nipples, moving between
them, the cool air against her wet skin making them pucker. She gasped as he
pulled one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, waves of
arousal coursed through her body. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning,
he against her skin, and Melody biting her lip, turning her head into the
pillow.