Jess Dee - Rhythm of My Heart

He answered his last question and held his palm out to the shy redhead. When she tentatively gave him her hand, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her fingers, leaving the girl flushed and her friends ooh ing and aah ing.

With a final smile in her direction, he extricated himself from the group and walked directly to the woman whose gaze still followed his movements. In her hand she held a single rose in full bloom. Delilah no longer stood with her.

She was an enigma, for sure.

Apart from his mother, Zachary hadn’t given anyone flowers in a long time. Yet tonight, when instinct had dictated he offer this woman roses, she’d rejected them. Rejected him , cold. Hadn’t even bothered to tell him her name.

Eve Andrews.

Zachary couldn’t remember the last time he’d been rejected. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d made the first move. Continually surrounded by groupies and fans, anything more than a meaningful look or raised eyebrow had become obsolete.

He handed his half-empty beer bottle to a waiter, neatly sidestepped a woman who eyed him lecherously, smiled for a press photographer and finally reached his destination.

She leaned quietly against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, the single rose resting across her breasts. Breasts that looked pert and appealing beneath the tight, black T-shirt she wore. The shirt ended just above her hips, an inch or two short of her white jeans, offering Zachary an enticing view of pale female flesh.

Unlike him, she hadn’t changed since the concert. But even at this hour—well past one in the morning—she looked fresh and vital, as though she’d just stepped out of the shower.

He wondered how she’d react if he buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply of her scent.

Probably not too kindly.

Zachary had a sudden, overwhelming urge to impress her. To say something that would blow her mind and replace the caution in her eyes with undimmed interest. He waited a heartbeat for the right words to come and then smiled at her.

“Hey.”

Hey? Seriously?

“Hey.” She bit her lower lip.

“How are you?”

Really, Zachary? That’s the best you’ve got?

“Good. You?”

“Good. Enjoying the party?”

Ah, fuck. Shoot me now. Could he say anything more mundane? If Luke and his brothers had heard him, they’d be doubled over with laughter.

She raised a dainty shoulder. “It’s all right.”

“Just all right?” Her answer made him smile. He knew the lengths people went to in order to get an invitation to these parties, yet Eve was totally blasé about it.

“I hadn’t intended to come. I was just going to go to sleep.”

Zachary angled himself in front of her, intentionally giving the rest of the world his back. Right now he was interested in no one but the beguiling woman before him. “What changed your mind?”

And could he just add, silently, that he was mighty glad she had changed her mind?

She raised the rose, offering it to him. “This did.”

He made a mental note to thank Luke. Who else could organize a delivery of fresh flowers—while coordinating the usual post-concert chaos—in a strange city, at midnight?

Zachary lifted it to his nose and inhaled. Sweet, but not nearly as sweet as Eve. “You’re giving me a used rose?”

“Ah, I’m not giving it to you. As soon as I leave, I’m taking it back. I just thought you might want to see what I’m thanking you for.” She ran a hand over her left cheek. “The flowers are beautiful. Every one of them. Thank you.”

Zachary drank in the sight of her. She was tiny. If he pulled her into his arms—which yes, he wanted to do, badly—her forehead head would press against his sternum. That wasn’t a bad thing. Not at all. Her long brown hair would feather across his chest and nipples. And if she wrapped her legs around him while he drove into her, over and over again, he doubted she’d be able to cross her feet behind his back.

The image was enough to stir his cock to life.

She was also incredibly pretty. The longer he drank in the sight of her, the prettier she looked, and the harder he became. Her makeup was perfect, the tones of her blush making her sky-blue eyes seem bluer and her cherry-red lips supremely kissable.

Given the opportunity, he’d press his mouth to hers and discover if her lips tasted as good as they looked.

It was lucky for Eve the rush of adrenaline from the concert had eased, otherwise Zachary wasn’t sure he’d have been able to stop himself from kissing her. From pressing her against the wall, pressing himself to her and ravaging her lips—and pussy.

Even now, his control was questionable.

“You’re very welcome. I’m sorry if I insulted you earlier, giving you flowers that were meant for me.”

She eyed him in silence for a good few seconds before letting him off the hook. “No harm done.”

“How about we start again? From the beginning this time.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Z…” Oops . “Jonah Speed.” Jesus, she had his brain all fried.

She batted his arm away. “There’s no need for such formalities. I know who you are.” Her laughter filled the air, a soft tinkle like a stream trickling over rocks. “The whole world knows who you are.”

Perhaps the whole world knew who Jonah Speed was, but Zachary Pace was another deal altogether. And right now Zachary Pace had an overwhelming need to get to know this woman better.

He narrowed his eyes. “That’s the second time you’ve evaded my introduction. I’m beginning to think you’re determined to never tell me your name.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Fifty long-stemmed red roses mysteriously made their way into my hotel room at midnight. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that you already know my name.”

Zachary bit back his grin and drew his features into an embarrassed expression. “So you heard me, then, after the concert?”

“Heard you…?”

“Asking, yelling really, for someone, anyone, to please tell me your name when you walked away from me.”

“Er, no.”

“I begged who’d ever listen. Maybe even tried to bribe a couple of the lights guys.”

The edges of her mouth twitched. “You did not.”

“Did too. Even groveled at the feet of a complete stranger.”

“Did she answer you?”

“He. And no. But he did look at me as though I were a pitiful mutt.”

Her eyes danced with amusement. “So how did you find out?”

“What makes you think I did?”

She looked pointedly at the rose.

“Okay, guilty. I know it.”

“How?”

“Delilah. She took pity on me.” He frowned. “And by took pity, I mean she kicked me, hard, when I wrapped myself around her leg and refused to let go until I knew your name. She poked me in the eye and demanded I stop humiliating myself in public.”

She laughed in delight. “Well, now I know for sure you’re talking nonsense. Both Delilah and Devine were already in their change room when I got there.”

He winked and finally shared the truth. “Luke told me.”

She looked surprised. “Luke knows my name?”

“Luke probably knows your date of birth, address and social security number too. He’s that organized.”

“I’m Australian. I don’t have a social security number.”

“Your phone number then,” he amended.

“That I have.”

“May I have it?”

“What?”

“Your phone number.”

She looked baffled. “Why would you need it?”

“Oh, I don’t know. To phone you, maybe?”

“But I’m touring with you. There’s no need to phone me. Now that you know it, you can just call my name, and I’ll respond.”