up at me with all the curiosity and desire I felt reflected back at me.
So, I did what any sane man would do… I kissed her.
Chapter Five
LILY MAY
His touch was tender at first. Tentative… searching. But when I sighed and fell fully into the kiss, my hands fisting at his sides, Johnny followed my lead and deepened the kiss.
One hand met the small of my back, pulling me tighter, while the other went to my neck and held. He smelled glorious, like leather and masculinity, and I felt his touch everywhere. It was as if I’d never been kissed before that moment, at least not like this.
This was definitely going in a song.
My heart was beating so hard against my chest I was sure he could hear it, although it may have been impossible over the sounds of my greedy moans.
Seriously, I couldn’t get enough. I’d ignited so quickly it was as if I’d been doused in gasoline and primed to light up with the first brush of his lips… the first sweep of his tongue. And the way his breath felt as he moved from my mouth to my throat, hot and eager, as if he wanted to consume me as much as I wanted to be consumed.
“Lily,” Johnny whispered against my neck.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” was my response as I tilted my head to give him better access.
He kissed his way back up, brushing his lips against mine one more time before resting his forehead against mine. We stood there, both struggling to catch our breath, my lips curved up in a smile as my pulse returned to normal.
“Wow,” I said with a soft laugh. “You’re pretty potent.”
I felt his chuckle roll through him and opened my eyes as I took a step back so I could look up into his handsome face.
“You’re gorgeous,” Johnny said, his grin slightly crooked.
“Thank you,” I said, pleased he thought so.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek before stepping back and breaking the trance I’d been caught in.
“Here’s the book,” he said, holding out a black bound sketchbook.
I took it reverently and walked toward the bed.
“May I?” I asked.
“Of course, make yourself comfortable.”
I sat on the edge, fighting the urge to just jump into the middle and snuggle in.
The image of me and Johnny together in the bed, hiding under the covers and continuing where that kiss left off had my cheeks warming. But when I flipped open the book and my gaze landed on the first page, all sexy thoughts flew from my head.
“Ah…” The sound that came out of me was somewhere between a squeak and a sigh.
I was awestruck.
Turning the pages, not speaking or squeaking, I simply scanned each image greedily as the lines and colors popped out and seared themselves on my brain.
“You’re an artist,” I managed after I’d gone through the entire book and started back at the beginning. “These are absolutely stunning.”
I tore my eyes from the page to look at Johnny when he didn’t respond and saw him standing stock-still where I’d left him, and this time, he was the one who looked sheepish. Even though I barely knew him, it wasn’t a word I would use to describe Johnny, but he obviously wasn’t used to accepting praise for his work.
“Do you draw other things?” I asked. “Other than cars?”
Johnny crossed to the accent chair in the corner and sat.
“No,” he replied. “I mean, I have… back in school and stuff, but now it’s just for projects. For work.”
“You’re extremely talented. Thanks for showing these to me.” He still looked uncomfortable, and I got it. Sharing your creations with others was like baring your soul and opening yourself up for judgment. “I’ll be right back.”
Hurrying out of his room, I crossed the hall to my room, where I grabbed my notebook out of my bag and held it protectively against my chest as I walked back into his room.
Johnny had moved from the chair and was now standing by the window with a fresh drink in one hand and his open sketchbook in the other.
“I figured a little quid pro quo was in order,” I said softly as I crossed the room toward him.
I took a deep breath before unclutching my notebook and offering it to him.
He looked down at the book, then back at my face, his eyes searching.
“Your songs?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, my fingers tightening instinctively when Johnny put his book down and reached for mine.
His grin was quick and easy