Page 71 of Hard Rock Tease
"If I recall," Cameron continued, "the last time I saw her, she was crying because you'd been acting like your usual bad-tempered self."
Noah's dark expression turned vaguely shamed.
"We worked things out." I wiggled out of Cameron's hold. He let me go with minimal fuss. "Besides, Noah said he's sorry."
Cameron laughed in my face. He stopped when he saw my confusion. "You're being serious? This asshole actually apologized?"
"I was as shocked as you are. He's not the apologetic type, is he?"
Cameron leaned close, fake-whispering in my ear. "Whenever His Royal Highness goes on a bitchy rampage, he usually sulks for a few days then pretends nothing happened."
"I'm standing right here," Noah snapped.
Cameron gave Noah a toothy grin before throwing his arms around his neck. Noah jammed an elbow in Cameron's ribs to fight him off. The bassist pulled his head down and placed a kiss on his lead singer's forehead.
"No need to be so pissy."
"Get off," Noah grunted and punched Cameron in the side. Cameron backed away with a chuckle.
"Is that why he's so touchy about me trying to feel you up?" Cameron asked me before flicking his gaze to Noah with a smirk. "Have you staked your claim?"
"Keep your goddamn hands to yourself."
Noah put an arm around my waist and led me away from Cameron and out of the artist lounge.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "I haven't even said hi to August or the twins yet."
"You can say hi later. Right now I need to get inside that sweet pussy of yours."
My heart fluttered at his possessive tone even as a pulse of arousal spiked through me.
"So you are staking your claim?"
"If that's what you want to call it."
"You think you can just drag me off like a caveman and I'll drop my panties for you?"
"Yes."
Considering the damp state of said panties, I couldn't really contradict him.
Noah opened a door that saidstaff onlyon the front. He tugged me inside and closed it. We were in an office with papers piled on every available surface, including the desk, office chair and bookshelves.
"I don't think we should be in—"
My protest was muffled by Noah's mouth devouring mine. I let my body mold against his as our lips pressed together. His tongue slipped inside, battling with mine. Any protests I had fled with the taste of his lips and mouth and tongue.
The leather of his pants pressed into the bare skin of my upper thighs exposed by my short hem. I grasped at his mesh top, tugging on it to pull it over his hand so I could press my breasts against his bare chest. He buried a hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my head for a more thorough kiss.
The smell of leather and sweat and spice had me reeling. In my mind's eye I was still watching Noah on stage, his eyes alight with a dark fever, passion exuding from every pore. The spotlights had lit up his dark hair, shining down on his shoulders and creating a halo, as if he were an angel from heaven.
But this man was no angel. He was a devil, a demon in human disguise, sent to tempt me and tease me. And I eagerly, willingly succumbed.
With two hands on my hips Noah backed me up until my ass was pressed against the edge of the messy desk. With a swift motion he tugged the hem of my dress above my hips and over my head, tossing it aside. He cupped both breasts in his hands, plucking at the nipples until I was gasping and squirming.
"Take off your panties and spread your legs," he demanded.
"Someone could walk in," I said, but I did as he commanded, blushing the entire time. I was dripping wet and he'd barely even touched me.
