Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

She looks up at me. "I… I don't want to lead you on, Ethan. It will just be sex."

She's wrong about that. But we can start with it just being sex. "Okay." I press my palm into her lower back and pull her body into mine.

She sighs with pleasure as she arches her back. "Fuck." She presses her cheek against mine. "You're making it hard to think."

I rock my hips so she can feel my erection. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want to pin you to that wall and fuck you until you're screaming my name."

"Why aren't you?"

"Don't want an audience." I run my fingers through her hair.

She leans into the gesture. "I don't want either of us to get hurt. How about some ground rules?"

"Sounds reasonable."

"Good." She slides her hand under my t-shirt and drags her fingers over my side and back. "This is just while I'm on tour with you. When I step off the bus in New York, the two of us being friends with benefits is over."

Gives me eight days to convince her she wants to be mine again. I can do that. "Okay."

"We'll be exclusive." She looks up at me with uncertainty.

"You really have to ask?"

She nods.

"You're the only person I want." I pin her to the wall. "I'm clean. Always use a condom. Even for oral. You're the only person I've ever gone bareback with."

She groans with pleasure. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"I am too. And I still have an IUD." She drags her lips over my neck. "Okay. No condoms. I don't want anything in the way."

Damn, why did I wear such tight jeans?

I'm tempted to fuck her here. With the way she's arching her body into mine, I know she'll say yes. But I don't want an audience. I don't want anything in the way of her screaming my name.

I slide my arm around her waist and lead her to the side door.

Chapter 15

Ethan

So much for not having an audience. The barricades that form a perimeter around the venue are packed with fans desperate for autographs and introductions. A few women look ready to party. One flashes her bra when she spots me.

I stand in front of Violet instinctively. Her fingers dig into my sides, pressing my t-shirt into my skin.

"You really are a rock star now." Her voice is nervous. She tugs at my t-shirt, pulling my back into her chest.

"Yeah." I nod to the bus. It's a solid thirty feet from the crowd, but I can feel Violet's fingers curling into my skin.

She's nervous.

"The windows are tinted. Nobody will see us," I say.

"Yeah it's just—"

"A mindfuck?"