...She stared at him for long moments and something told her it wasn’t just the musician on the stage that drew her, there was something else beyond that. It was probably the alcohol that glazed her brain. But right now she didn’t care. She wanted to touch him, to be touched by him. Even if it was for only a second, one moment.

“It’s Evie,” she managed to respond.

“Evie.” He smiled and reached out to clasp her hand. “It’s a nice name. Mine is Reuben. I’ve never seen you here before.” His fingers stroked the back of her hand and it felt like pure heaven to her, sending shards of fire up her arm.

“I haven’t seen you either. I’ve been here a few times over the last few weeks. It’s a nice place. But you’ve never performed when I’ve been here.”

“Must have been on tour. We’ve been gone for several months. But this place is like home. When we’re in town we like to jam here. The owner is almost family.” He turned her hand palm up and stroked the center. She shivered in reaction.

“You live here? In Boston, I mean?”

She shook her head, having lost her voice.

“Too bad.”

“I-I’ve been coming here for the last several weekends. To get away from the usual grind.”

“Live far away?”

“Not too far.”

He leaned closer and it was again as though there were only the two of them in the room. “I really want to get to know you better, Evie.”

“I think I’d like that.”

“I take it you’re not here with anyone?”

She shook her head. “No. No one at all.”

He rose to his feet and pulled her to hers. Taking her hand in a firm grip, he strode across the floor and behind the stage. He drew her behind the backdrop and pressed her against the wall. His mouth descended over hers, branding her with his taste. Hot and male seared through her.

Like a lit match, she flared to life, twining her arms around his neck, a trail of gunpowder that had been lit and was about to explode. She heard the murmur of voices from the other side of the backdrop, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but feeling this man pressed up against her, demanding her complete attention.

His hands drifted beneath her T-shirt, scorching her skin as he cupped her breasts. It didn’t feel wrong; it felt so very right. His hands belonged on her skin and in this moment she belonged to him. She drew him closer, rubbed against him, the friction sending sparks bouncing along her nerves, heat pooling between her thighs.

She needed him to fuck her now and it didn’t matter what else happened beyond this moment, she needed to feel him inside her.

He pulled his hands free and rested them above her head. It sounded like he was trying to catch his breath after a long run. He nipped at her engorged lips and she responded in kind. Her hips undulated against him and she felt his thick cock, pressing insistently at the front of his jeans.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled.

“Yesss.” There was no other response but that one word of acknowledgment.

He shoved one of his hands deep into his pocket and pulled out a packet. She heard the zip of his fly being undone and the crackle of the packet as he ripped it open. “You might not believe it, but I’m not in the habit of doing this. I just need to be inside you. Right now. I can’t wait or I’m going to explode.”

“I need you there,” she said as she gripped his hard length. She felt her juices drip in anticipation of feeling him filling her. “Please.”