Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

She shakes her head. "I've never had a pet name before." Her lips curl into a smile. She likes it.

Fuck, I like it a little too much. Corrupting the sweet, innocent angel… it's incredibly fucking hot.

Her eyes stay glued to me as she pushes herself to a seated position. She gives me another once-over. This time, her gaze lingers on my hips.

I drop my towel.

She pants.

I stare into her pretty brown eyes. "I'm going to make some noise for a while. You mind?"

"Depends on what you're doing."

Fuck, I like the way she thinks. "Music. Mal's coming over. He figured out the perfect riff."

Finally, her eyes meet mine. "The lead singer. The one who agrees about making your songs radio friendly."

I chuckle. "You have a good memory."

"That's nothing."

"You have dirt?"

She nods. "I shouldn't have been looking, but I couldn't sleep last night…" Her voice gets low, breathy. She might as well scream I was thinking about you, inside me.

"You gonna fill me in?" I tease.

She barely managed to drag her eyes from my chest. She shakes her head. "My secret."

The doorbell rings. That must be Mal.

I take a step backwards. "It might be a while."

She nods. "You mind if I watch?"

I let me voice get low and seductive. "Angel, you can watch me anytime you want."

Mal has his guitar slung around one shoulder. He has Kit's practice bass slung around the other.

"Kit's going to kill you if you break that," I say.

"I won't."

I motion come in.

He does. He goes straight to my practice room and sets the bass in a stand in the corner.

Usually, Mal is as steady as an anchor. Right now, he's hopped up on I need to get this song right and I'm fucking close energy.

I run a hand through my wet hair. "I have a guest. We need to keep it down."

Mal nods. He gives me a paternal once-over. He takes in my left hand then he's looking me in the eyes. He cocks a brow. Explain.

"My wife is sleeping."

"Your wife?"

I nod like I've had a wife for years. Like my wife isn't planning on divorcing me in a week.