Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

"I remember that feeling of knowing what I wanted to do. It felt fucking amazing."

Her eyes pass over me. "When did you know you wanted to be a musician?"

"The first time I played with Joel."

"That fast?"

"Yeah. We've been friends since we were kids. Joel always wanted to play drums. He got tired of playing alone, so he convinced his mom to buy me a bass. I didn't know the first thing about music, but I thought it could be fun."

"Why not a guitar?"

"The bass and the drums are the rhythm part of the band. They work together more than the guitar or the vocals—they're more the melody. It's not a law, but—"

"You guys were a team."

Fuck. I'm blushing. "It was the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere. The day we finally got through a song, I knew that was what I wanted to do."

"That's sweet. But it doesn't work out for most people the way it did for you."

I can't argue with that.

But I'm not letting her give up on her dreams either.

Somehow, I'm going to change her mind.

Chapter 7

Kit

Piper doesn't fight me about paying. But she does insist on driving me home.

"We're three blocks from the five." She unlocks her car and pulls the driver's side door open. Her eyes fix on mine. "It's barely half an hour to your place."

That's a bullshit explanation, but there's only one part of me that cares. My brain is screaming getting in that car with Piper is trouble. Her outside my apartment building—bigger trouble.

If she invites herself up...

There's no way I can resist Piper once she's in my apartment. The way her light hair is falling over her shoulders is doing things to me.

It's not that I'm hot for blondes. Piper's new look makes it harder to see her as the sixteen year old girl I met three years ago.

Makes it hard to see her as anything but a beautiful woman who wants to fuck Kit Lockhart, the man, not Kit Lockhart, the celebrity.

"Kit?" Her voice is soft. "You okay?"

Fuck, I'm staring. "Yeah."

"You look tired. You should get an iced coffee for the road."

"Sugar isn't the answer to all of life's problems."

"Of course." She motions for me to get in the car. "Caffeine is."

Her earnest laugh does things to me. I want to pin Piper to the wall, tear that tiny top off, and taste her skin. I want to suck on her nipples until her hands are digging into my hair. I want to throw her on the bed, pull her panties to her knees, and taste her cunt.

And I want to make her laugh.

Fuck, it's one thing wanting to make Piper come, but this...