I hadn’t realized how stunning Heather—

What was her last name? And since when did I care about a woman’s last name?

She swept her tongue slowly over her lower lip. And I about jizzed in my pants.

“What?” she asked.

“What’s your name?” I said. “I mean, your last name.”

“Myles. Heather Myles. With a Y, not an I.”

I smiled. “Okay, Heather Myles with a Y. You want to know what I need?”

“Well…sure. I guess.”

“I need this.” I pressed my lips gently to hers.

A small sound of shock emerged from her throat, but then she parted her lips. Thank God. I took the invitation and swept my tongue into her warm mouth, finding hers. She tasted like the wine with some added sweetness. I explored the silk of her cheek with one hand and grasped her auburn ponytail with the other.

She pulled back. “What are you doing?”

“I was kissing you.”

“You pulled my hair.”

“I just wanted to touch it. It’s so beautiful. It looks like a satin waterfall. I wanted to see what it felt like.”

“Oh…” A smile twitched at her lips.

The old “hair like satin” line. Worked every time.

Problem was…I really meant it this time. Her hair had been gloriously soft and delicate against my fingers calloused from playing guitar.

Guitar wasn’t even my first choice of instrument. Voice was, followed by piano. But I’d been doing all three since I was a kid.

I leaned toward her again, desperate to feel those perfect lips against mine.

But again, she pulled back. “I…can’t do this.”

“It’s just a kiss, sweetheart.”

“You don’t stop with just a kiss. I saw what was going on at that party.”

“Did you see me doing anything?”

“I saw that blond girl gyrating all over you.”

“Key words there. She was gyrating. I wasn’t.”

“You didn’t exactly push her away.”

“Actually I did. Right after I watched you leave.”

“Oh?”

This was getting old fast. I wanted this woman. Would I call her again after? Probably not. I’d get her out of my system just like I got all the others out of my system after a fuck. Problem was…most of the others didn’t take this much convincing.

“Come on, Heather. Just kiss me. Your lips are so soft and pink. I love how they felt against mine.”

“Oh…” She closed her eyes.

I took that as a go-ahead. I traced her lips with my tongue and then gave her a soft kiss. When she opened, I went in slowly this time. She was the type of woman who required lots of warming up. That was okay. I could do that. Anything to get that sweet body naked and under me.

My cock was going crazy in my jeans. I wanted to tie her down and fuck her hard. Despite my instincts, I knew I had to take it slow with her.

With Heather.

Now that I said her name, I liked it. It flowed from my lips like fine Burgundy. Her tongue was like velvet against mine, and the kiss was…

Damn, it was just a kiss, but my cock was ready to explode. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and planted it on my crotch.

She pushed me away, my lips ripping from hers.

“What the hell are you doing?”

What had I been doing? I’d already figured out what kind of woman she was. The kind who needed lots of warmup. Why had I gone crazy on her?

“Hey, I’m sorry. I just thought—”

“You just thought I’d fuck you. Right here in your limo. So much for ‘just a drink.’” She scooted toward the door.

“Heather, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

She fled out the door and slammed it in my face.

I sat back, frustrated.

Frustrated and…something else. An emotion I wasn’t familiar with.

Something like…loss?

Fuck that. I pushed the button for the intercom and told Lars to take me back to the after-party. I’d sate my desires there.

About half the partiers had left for the night, but the festivities were still going. Lindy was still there, and she ran to greet me when I returned, Janet in tow.

“Jett! I’m so glad you came back.”

“Hey, sweethearts,” I said to them.

Janet curled her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “You look like you could use some attention.”

“Baby, you got that right.” I winked. “Why don’t the three of us take this party out to my limo?”