Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

For once, I'm in the moment. And it's a great fucking moment.

Ethan pulls my bikini back in place. His lips brush my ear. "I love watching you come."

I don't know what to say, so I kiss him.

I kiss him like I'll never get another chance to kiss him again.

Chapter 14

Ethan

Taking it slow is fucking difficult. Especially with Violet in that tiny bikini, her body soft and pliable in my arms.

Somehow, I manage to drag myself away from her. Somehow, I manage to get back into my clothes for long enough to take her to dinner. The Mexican place we stumble into is amazing. The steak tacos are chewy and juicy with plenty of tart lime and sharp cilantro. I've been avoiding Mexican food since Violet left—a feat in southern California, where not liking tacos is akin to not liking breathing. Eating dripping street tacos with Violet is like coming home.

It feels right.

Feels comfortable the way my favorite pair of jeans does.

When we finish eating, we walk back to the hotel, hand in hand. It's like old times, when we were together.

I walk her all the way to her hotel room.

She shifts her weight between her legs as she pulls her keycard from her jeans. Her green eyes fill with desire but there's uncertainty in them too.

Not doing this until she's certain.

"Thanks, Ethan. I missed swimming." She brushes her hair behind her ears then reaches up to do the same to me. Her fingertips skim my jaw. "I can't remember the last time I had this much fun."

"Me either."

"Really?"

I nod. I love getting on stage. I do a lot of fun shit with the guys on tour. Do a lot of anonymous women. But none of that compares to Violet. When she smiles… it's like the sun is breaking over the horizon.

I've always liked to entertain. That's what drew me to the guitar in the first place. I live to get people laughing, smiling, screaming, gasping.

Always feels good to cause a reaction but Violet's reactions are in a different league.

"I… I'm glad we have these, what is it now, eight more days together?" She drags her fingertips over the edges of her keycard. "Mind if I take a raincheck on the remake of The Fly?"

"I should practice."

"Still a perfectionist."

Yes, but- "I'm filling in for Drew, the Sinful Serenade guitarist, tomorrow. His fiancée is pregnant. He's going to a doctor's appointment with her. I'm his backup."

Her lips curl into a smile. There's something in her eyes, something I can't place. It's something good. Almost like pride.

"It's no big deal." I run my hand through my hair. "Just helping a friend."

She nods, but she's still looking at me like I'm a saint. She sees through me. It is a big deal. It's a lot of work and a lot of pressure. Don't get me wrong. I can do it. I'm glad to do it.

But it's a big fucking deal.

God damn, I want her looking at me like that forever.

Or at least until I start stripping her out of her clothes.