Calix Bourbon might seem like a free spirit, but that’s all a front. In reality he’s just trying to keep his fractured family together while working as a session musician. When Blue Fire hires him to replace their keyboardist, Calix is determined to make the most of the opportunity—but he can’t help being distracted by the band’s sexy personal chef.
I’m obsessed with this series! Obsessed! The series features beautiful love stories with hot rock stars. Each book just keeps getting better. Take Me Home Tonight is one of my favorite books so far this year. It’s just incredible! Erika Kelly has a way of delivering a story that draws me into the story and I feel the emotions of the characters. They become vivid and real. I fell in love with Calix and cheered on Mimi. Their love story was beautiful, emotional and burned up the pages. Each book in this series can be read as a standalone but I recommend starting at the beginning because each book features a different band member. I highly recommend the entire series. It’s one of my favorite series and Erika Kelly is on my must read author list.
Calix wasn’t sure why he was boarding the elevator in her steel and glass high rise, but he’d come this far. He might as well get her to her apartment.
The moment the doors closed, she leaned against the wall, and a slow bloom of satisfaction spread across her pretty features. “I did it,” she said quietly. “I freaking did it.”
Somehow standing so close to her in this dimly lit box made him forget all his reasons to stay away from her. He wanted her. Plain and simple. There was something irresistible about this girl. He caught her hand in his, brought it to his mouth, and kissed her open palm. “You did. You were fantastic.”
“You helped me.”
“Don’t think they’ll be using offal.”
“Not that.” She touched his arm, like she needed him to understand. “I meant by being there. In the audience. Every time I started to freak out I looked at you, and your bad-ass energy picked me up. Every single time. I needed that.” She held his gaze. “You made me feel like I could do it.”
“You could. You did.”
She didn’t look tired anymore. Her features softened, her lips parted. A crazy energy spun through him, throwing out images—those sultry eyes looking up at him, her mouth wrapped around his cock. He could picture it so vividly, his fingers touching her lips as she sucked him deep, and an explosion of erotic sensation detonated in his chest.
The car landed, and the doors opened. Mimi took one step forward and winced.
He stopped her. “You okay?”
“Just a blister.”
She’d had enough. So had he.
He scooped her off her feet and stepped off the elevator. Lowering his nose into her sweetly scented hair, he breathed her in. Need rocked through him, and he held her more tightly to his chest.
“Calix.” But she didn’t pack any fight in her tone.
He carried her down the hallway. “Which one?”
Instead of answering, she tucked her face into his neck and clasped her arms around him. “Thank you.” Her breath was warm on his skin, and her fingers curled in his hair.
Something hot and alive moved through him. “Gonna run out of carpet in a minute.”
“Is it terrible to say I don’t care? I think I want to stay like this forever. You feel so good, and I’m so tired.”
“Come on, sweet pants.”
“Fine.” Big, dramatic sigh. “622. See that crystal chandelier?” She didn’t even lift her head. “My door’s closest to it.”
She started to pull away from him, but the loss of her touch made him tighten his grip. When he didn’t let go, she lifted her head to look at him.
They’d never been this close. Close enough to see the pale nick of a scar right at her cheek bone, that expressive mouth, and the question in her eyes. Need burned through him, sending electrical impulses down his spine and through his dick. He needed her bare, warm skin against his. Needed the wet heat of her mouth, the slick tangle of her tongue. He needed…oh, fuck him.
His mouth settled over hers, and sparks fired in his blood. Her body turned toward him, fingers gripping the back of his shirt. The hunger took over, and he swept his tongue across her lips, licking inside her mouth.
With a sharp intake of breath, she was kissing him back. And, holy hell, this wasn’t some gentle exploration. This was mouth-fucking.
She clutched the back of his neck, her tongue stroking his, and raw desire streaked though him, setting him on fire.
Keeping his arm firmly around her waist, he set her down. But if she thought he was letting her go—not a chance. He just repositioned her so he could lift her against the wall and spread those legs around his hips. Nothing could stop his body from pressing into her and taking that mouth he’d fantasized about for months.
Her tits, her hands, the way she writhed against him, made him frenzied. “Jesus, Mimi.” And then she was making noises, hot, hungry purrs deep in her throat. He ground his cock against her. Heat blistered through him.
“God.” The back of her head hit the wall, and she fought to pull her legs out of his grip.
It took him a moment to shift gears, but he slowly lowered her to the floor. She looked as shaken as he felt. His knees barely supported him, so he braced both arms against the wall to hold himself up.
He needed a moment to cool down.
Jesus, he’d never had a kiss like that.