Heart of the Music (Saints & Sinners #1) Read Online Free
Author: Kaithlin Shepherd
that wasn’t on the bus was his old Alabama T-shirt. When she saw him lying on the bed, the silliness of what she was wearing quickly morphed into lust. He had taken his shoes and socks off, as well as his shirt. And boy, it was a sight she would never tire of seeing.
“What are you doing half-naked on my bed?” she asked him, wrapping her hands around herself, hoping it would somehow cover her body. She knew how ridiculous she was being, but the man was pure perfection, and, well, she had curves.
“I’m tired, you’re tired…. After all of these years, I know for a fact you sleep better when there’s someone in bed with you, sharing a bus with you has taught me a few things, so I’m volunteering.” He had his hands behind his head, leaning against the pillows, and she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Damn him and his stubborn attitude.
“Oh no, hell no! Jarrod, get up, get dressed, and go sleep in your room. I am not sleeping with you.” There was no way she could handle sleeping in the same bed as him.
He sat up on the bed and looked at her from head to toe. She felt his eyes on every inch of her skin, slowly setting her body on fire. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. Trish, you need to sleep. I need to do the same. What’s the problem?”
“Where do you want me to start?” she said, moving to the side of the bed, feeling the body heat rolling off him in waves.
She was so tired that she considered not arguing with him anymore. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Five years of dealing with the man told her that once he had his mind set on something, there was no changing it.
“You know that no matter what you say, I’m not leaving this bed. So why don’t you quit thinking I’m going to take advantage of you, climb into bed, and get some sleep.” The hint of laughter in his voice made her weak in the knees. Silent and defeated, she climbed into bed and slipped under the covers. Before she could turn on her side away from him and put some much needed distance between the two of them, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her flush against him. With her head on his chest, she felt his heartbeat against her cheek. She fought hard to remember why staying away from him was for the best.
“Don’t try anything, Banks,” she whispered against his skin.
Chapter Two
4 1/2 years ago
Patricia
Patricia woke up to the smell of coffee, and more importantly, she was fully rested. She didn’t know what time it was and, if she were being honest, she didn’t care. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so refreshed. She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she washed all traces of makeup from her face and made her way to the kitchen.
When she walked in, she almost stopped breathing at the sight that greeted her. Jarrod was cooking breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, which were resting low on his hips. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the way the muscles in his back moved every time he reached for something. The man had a body that was made for a woman’s pleasure, she couldn’t deny that. As if he sensed her staring at him, he turned around and gave her a wink. When his eyes travelled down her body, she felt underdressed in nothing but his shirt, but now wasn’t the time to let her insecurities get the best of her.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he told her as he handed her a cup of coffee, her drug of choice. It was the one thing she couldn’t live without—okay, make that the second thing, if you considered Jarrod himself.
“Good morning. What time is it?” she asked before taking a sip of coffee, which, of course, was brewed to perfection.
“It’s a little past eleven. Okay, so we have: pancakes, bacon—and, yes, it’s turkey bacon, God help me—fresh fruit, and orange juice,” he said, putting everything on the breakfast counter on display in front of her.
She picked
“What are you doing half-naked on my bed?” she asked him, wrapping her hands around herself, hoping it would somehow cover her body. She knew how ridiculous she was being, but the man was pure perfection, and, well, she had curves.
“I’m tired, you’re tired…. After all of these years, I know for a fact you sleep better when there’s someone in bed with you, sharing a bus with you has taught me a few things, so I’m volunteering.” He had his hands behind his head, leaning against the pillows, and she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Damn him and his stubborn attitude.
“Oh no, hell no! Jarrod, get up, get dressed, and go sleep in your room. I am not sleeping with you.” There was no way she could handle sleeping in the same bed as him.
He sat up on the bed and looked at her from head to toe. She felt his eyes on every inch of her skin, slowly setting her body on fire. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. Trish, you need to sleep. I need to do the same. What’s the problem?”
“Where do you want me to start?” she said, moving to the side of the bed, feeling the body heat rolling off him in waves.
She was so tired that she considered not arguing with him anymore. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Five years of dealing with the man told her that once he had his mind set on something, there was no changing it.
“You know that no matter what you say, I’m not leaving this bed. So why don’t you quit thinking I’m going to take advantage of you, climb into bed, and get some sleep.” The hint of laughter in his voice made her weak in the knees. Silent and defeated, she climbed into bed and slipped under the covers. Before she could turn on her side away from him and put some much needed distance between the two of them, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her flush against him. With her head on his chest, she felt his heartbeat against her cheek. She fought hard to remember why staying away from him was for the best.
“Don’t try anything, Banks,” she whispered against his skin.
Chapter Two
4 1/2 years ago
Patricia
Patricia woke up to the smell of coffee, and more importantly, she was fully rested. She didn’t know what time it was and, if she were being honest, she didn’t care. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so refreshed. She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she washed all traces of makeup from her face and made her way to the kitchen.
When she walked in, she almost stopped breathing at the sight that greeted her. Jarrod was cooking breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, which were resting low on his hips. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the way the muscles in his back moved every time he reached for something. The man had a body that was made for a woman’s pleasure, she couldn’t deny that. As if he sensed her staring at him, he turned around and gave her a wink. When his eyes travelled down her body, she felt underdressed in nothing but his shirt, but now wasn’t the time to let her insecurities get the best of her.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he told her as he handed her a cup of coffee, her drug of choice. It was the one thing she couldn’t live without—okay, make that the second thing, if you considered Jarrod himself.
“Good morning. What time is it?” she asked before taking a sip of coffee, which, of course, was brewed to perfection.
“It’s a little past eleven. Okay, so we have: pancakes, bacon—and, yes, it’s turkey bacon, God help me—fresh fruit, and orange juice,” he said, putting everything on the breakfast counter on display in front of her.
She picked
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