Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

"Usually."

"Well, I'm not going along with your protect Piper shit. I'm not a child. I'm nineteen."

"Piper, will you please come with me to my apartment?"

God, I never thought I'd be upset about Kit inviting me to his apartment. My body is certainly on board with the plan. But my body is all confused by the proximity of his body—his hard chest is only inches from mine, his calloused fingers are on my bare arms. My body doesn't realize that Kit thinks of me like a little sister.

That there's absolutely no chance he'll ever want me to be the girl in the bathroom with him.

No, I have more self-respect than this. I'm not going to be with a man who was just getting blown in the bathroom. Even if it's Kit.

If I'm ever going to be with Kit, it's not going to be in a bathroom. I demand a bed. A couch at the very least.

"Bet this is the hardest you've ever had to work to get a woman to your apartment?" I tease.

Again, he chuckles.

"Okay, I'll go, but I'm kissing someone at midnight." I bite my tongue. It's hard to remember that this is Kit, my brother's best friend, and not some hot guy I saw getting blown at a party. It's hard to remember that him being a famous rock star isn't a big deal to me. It's hard to remember anything but the sight of him half-naked. "I don't mean that you have to, just that I'll find someone at this party if you—"

"Let's go."

"Does that mean you—"

His dark eyes brighten. "It means let's go."

Chapter 2

Kit

It feels wrong having Piper in my apartment.

Dirty wrong, but there's no fucking way I'm looking at Piper like that.

She plays with the hem of my leather jacket. Her bright blue eyes meet mine. There's this innocence to her expression.

She's a nice girl.

There's no way I can consider hiking that tight dress to her waist, pulling her panties to her knees, and licking her until she's screaming my name.

Fuck. I shake my shoulders as I take a step backwards. Can't remember the last time I thought about getting a woman off first. Even as a no fucking way this can happen hypothetical. I'm not proud of the piece of shit guy I used to be.

That version of Kit would have finished with the groupie in the bathroom then dragged Piper back to his place and thrown her on the bed.

No, even he would have known better than to do anything that would fuck with the band. Ethan and Mal—the guitarist and singer in my alternative rock band, Dangerous Noise— are Piper's older brothers. And they're more protective of her than they are of anything. Touching Piper is a one-way ticket to me and the band parting ways.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Piper's not the kind of woman I invite into my bed. I can handle having her here.

If I can manage to keep my eyes off her chest. There's nothing like a nice pair of real tits. Hers aren't huge but they're nice.

Shit. I shake my head and move into the kitchen. "What did you tell Mal?"

"About what?" She takes a step towards me.

"Where you were going tonight? He wouldn't go out unless he knew you had appropriate plans."

She arches a brow. "Appropriate plans?"