Page 29 of Hard Rock Fling
"Stacey and Shannon," Ian repeated.
"Right." Damon gave me one last unreadable look before taking off.
When Damon was out of sight, Ian draped an arm across my shoulder again. He gave me a possessive squeeze as he led me away.
"Just for the record, I want you to know I'm not interested in Damian," I said.
Ian quirked a smile, his chipped nails drawing absentminded circles around my collarbone. "No? Then what are you doing here?"
I dug my heels into the floor, making him stop and look at me. "I'm interested in Ian."
His lips parted slightly in surprise, seemingly at a loss for words. His eyes searched mine.
"In case you thought I want to sleep with your brother," I continued. "Because I don't. I can tell the difference between the two of you. I don't want you thinking I'll take whichever one of you I can get."
There was only one twin I wanted to sleep with.
As if he'd heard my thoughts, Ian's expression changed. The softness in his eyes became heated. The arm around my shoulder pulled me in close, until we were nose to nose, like in the kitchen.
"Cam says you practically choked when he asked if we were fucking."
I fought back a blush. "I just told the truth."
Ian tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back. His eyes glinted with evil humor. "Maybe I should make a liar out of you." He leaned in, angling for a kiss.
I ducked my head, avoiding his lips. "Cameron was asking about The Twins when he made that joke."
Ian growled and tugged until our bodies pressed together. I felt every muscled line of his body through my thin dress. It was getting harder to think, but I needed to make something clear.
"I don't know if there's some weird thing between you and your brother when it comes to girls and sex, but—"
Ian brought his lips crashing down, silencing me with kiss. I whimpered into his mouth, letting his tongue play with mine.
"I'm not letting my brother anywhere near you," he growled into my mouth. "You'remine."
A shudder went through me at the possessiveness in his voice.
It was a lie. I knew it was. No girl could ever trulybelongto him. Ian had his fun and when he was done, he left a trail of broken hearts in his wake.
But I was willing to go along with it, willing to pretend I'd fallen for his lies, as long as he never stopped kissing me.
Ian pressed forward, backing me up until I was against the wall. He didn't let go of my lips once. One hand cradled my head, protecting it. The other touched the small of my back, urging our hips together. I felt the heat of him, already hardening, and let out a small moan into his mouth. Handfuls of drunk party goers passed us in the hallway. None of them paid attention to the rock star making out with a random girl.
The wall behind me disappeared, interrupting a battle of tongues and lips. I yelped, nearly toppling backward. The door we were making out against opened. Ian's arm around my waist kept me from falling on my ass. A giggling couple snickered an apology as they walked out, straightening their clothes and smoothing their hair.
Ian took advantage. He stepped into the now empty room and pulled me in. The door slammed shut behind us. He drew me into the circle of his arms, kissing me desperately.
"Tell me you want this," he whispered against my lips. He held a tight handful of my dress in his fist, the material twisted. I could feel his restraint, could feel him fighting with himself to not tear it off. He pulled back, eyes blazing, hungry and intense. "Tell me you want me."
I heard his unspoken words.
Tell me you want only me.
"I want you, Ian. Only you."
He growled and ravaged my lips, kissing me for long minutes. Our mouths moved together perfectly. He tangled his free hand in my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper.
I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the taut muscles shifting under his shirt. I clawed into the thin material, tugging at it. He broke our kiss for the one brief second it took to pull it off.
