Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

"When did you find out?"

"That morning."

"Oh." She presses her back against the door. "I thought the timing would be, but that's fast—"

I undo her bun and run my fingers through her hair. "It's not like that."

"At all?"

"Maybe somewhere in my subconscious I'm proving a point about marriage being forever, but that's not what's in my head. Bella, I really fucking like you." I cup the back of her head. There's too much space between us right now. I need to erase it. "What do you want, right now?"

"I want to believe you."

"Then?"

"I don't know." She runs her fingers through my hair. "In the last week, my life has gone completely off track." She stares back into my eyes. "I want to feel the way you do when you play drums. I want to know I'm where I belong in the world."

I nod.

Her eyelids flutter closed.

She rises onto her tiptoes.

And she kisses me like the fucking ship is going down.

It's fast.

Messy.

Perfect.

She pulls my t-shirt over my head.

Her hands rake over my bare torso. She looks up into my

eyes. "Make me believe you. Please."

I nod and I kiss her back.

She presses her palm against my hard-on, over my jeans. "Nothing in the way of us connecting."

Fuck. That last bit of blood flees my brain.

I let go of conscious thought.

I do away with my jeans and boxers.

She steps out of her panties and pulls her dress to her waist.

Fuck, we're going bareback. There's nothing in the way of our flesh connecting.

I drag my hand up her thighs and stroke her clit until she's groaning against my mouth.

She's wet. Even so, I slip a finger inside her to warm her up. Then two. Three.

She bucks her hips against my hand.

Her nails dig into my skin.