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“They won’t miss me,” she says, shrugging it off.
“Some friends.”
“I’m not upset with the outcome.” Her wide eyes twinkle in amusement.
Goddamn, this woman.
“Do you want to go somewhere a little more quiet?” I’m done beating around the bush. I need to be inside this woman yesterday.
Maybe tomorrow, too.
She tosses back the rest of her drink, abandoning the empty glass on the bar as well.
“Lead the way, stud.” I lead her away from the bar, making my way to the darkened hallway that leads to the back exit. Since we’ve started using the venue to store our equipment, I know my way around. The band will be mingling or have gone to another bar to let off some steam, so this area should be unoccupied.
I guide her down the hall, my palm pressed against her lower back as she looks around, almost as though she’s nervous about being seen. Despite how brazen she’s been with me tonight, I can see her confidence wavering slightly. When she looks up to meet my gaze though, it all melts away again, leaving me trapped in those big blue eyes, loaded with an innocence that I’m dying to ruin.
I turn her, not able to wait another moment, pressing her into the wall as my lips crash into her. She freezes for a moment, and I have a split second of doubt until her ridged muscles go soft under me, and she twines herself around my body.
I lick the seam of her lips, demanding entry. When she opens her mouth to me, I stroke my tongue against hers, savouring the sweet taste of her as I swallow her gentle moan. She’s quite a bit shorter than me, her neck craning up to reach me, which won’t be comfortable long term, and I plan to keep her occupied as long as I can. I wasn’t planning on hooking up tonight, but the thought of leaving without having her…
I can see the door to the storage room next to her. I was planning on sneaking out the back and driving us somewhere private. Now, I don’t think I can go that long without feeling her against me. One kiss and she has me hooked.
And she hasn’t even told me her name.
I quickly turn the door handle and drag her inside.
Chapter 3
Stella
Things are already progressing at a heart-thumping rate. This may have been the goal when I left the house tonight, but I wasn’t expecting to be quite this successful. When the drummer approached me at the bar, I think I almost peed my pants. His sexy-as-sin smoulder had my knees weak and my panties damp before he even started talking to me. And the way he spoke, his voice low, warm, and rich, I swear I would listen to him read my building’s ancient washing machine instructions on loop.
And now, I’m alone in a closet with him. Is it a smart-girl move to go to a private area with a man you just met? Absolutely not.
Did I have any power within me to stop me from following him? Absolutely not. And now, I’m not convinced I won’t combust before he touches me for real. Heat and desire and carnal ache engulf me.
I can’t hold myself back anymore as I surge up to meet him, desperate to have his lips, his hands, his body, anything I can have on me. There’s a slight, wanton tremble in my limbs as hefully takes over all my senses, stealing my breath and drowning me in his soft, clean scent.
The air is knocked out of me as the tantalizing drummer presses me to the door, deftly locking it as he reaches down the back of my thighs. I squeak when he hoists me into the air, pinning me between the door and his hips. My legs wrap around him on reflex before he takes my mouth possessively. The way he moves with confidence, like he knows exactly what to do to me makes heat pool low in my belly.
The grip he has on me isn’t predatory, only forceful enough to make me shudder. I moan into him, my eyes closing before I realize it, as I move to grip his short hair tightly.
The lazy dominance of his kiss turns my insides molten as his hips drag against mine, the thick ridge in his jeans grazing between my thighs with the most delicious pressure that has me panting under him. This is what I was after, the craving I’ve been itching to satisfy.
“Hmmm, strawberries,” he murmurs before plundering my mouth again, stealing any thoughts I might have otherwise had.
His hand is braced against the back of my neck, trapping me against him.
He can trap me however he wants,I think to myself as pressure builds inside of me. I grind my pelvis against him and the hold he has on my ass tightens. I’m aching as he slips his hand between us, teasing the waistband of my leggings.
I can’t hold back a whimper as he slips his fingers inside, skipping my panties entirely, and I can read the exact moment that he realizes how wet I am for him. A groan rumbles out of him as I angle my hips, giving him all the permission he needs to start stoking the fire he’s built in me. I can barely catch my breath, focusing on the sensations of him playing me and nothing else. All of my attention has narrowed to this one point. This one touch.
There is nothing but him.
I’ve made out with people before, and more than one has been generous enough to get me there, but this is another experience altogether. It’s as though he can read me and predict every movement needed to have me falling apart for him. This huge, impossibly delectable man is going to make me come in the back of my workplace and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing that could make me want to stop it. My thighs begin to quiver as they tighten around his middle, needing him closer.
“Tell me your name, sunshine.” His voice is low in my ear, making every one of my nerve endings a live wire. I have to take a moment to find a spare brain cell he hasn’t obliterated before I can answer.
