Page 12 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

He raises his head at that and stares.

“Seriously,” I say, sensing his challenge. “That requires a level of self-esteem and relaxation that I’m justnotcapable of.”

I laugh it off, but he simply glares.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he says. “You look really pretty tonight, that’s all.”

I don’t breathe. “Thank you, Bronson.”

He looks at my lips, and he takes them with another wild and deep kiss. This time, when his tongue touches mine, I let it. I let my eyes close. I give myself over to pure animal instinct, feeling every sensation.

His warm skin beneath my fingers.

His masculine smell.

I spread my knees wider, welcoming his body between them. He tilts his lower body, moving it against mine in a slow grind that touches all the right places.

I quiver beneath him, feeling his erection tenting his slacks. I nearly laugh again —yup, that’s Bronson’s wiener!— but the sound morphs into a moan against his lips instead.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I reply, feeling a deep throb between my thighs.

He kisses my neck as he pinches the top button on my shirt. Slowly, he opens it. Then, the next one. And the next until he pushes his hand in and cups my breast.

“Is this okay?” he asks, pinching my nipple.

“Yes,” I say, my lips warm and loose.

He kisses down my body, his tongue licking my collarbone as he goes. He stops at my breasts and looks up, his eyes full of heat. “May I?” he asks.

I’m not sure what he’s asking permission for, but I want him to do it.

“Yes,” I say.

Bronson opens the last buttons of my shirt and lets it fall open. My cheeks flush red, my breasts now fully on display. He kisses the valley between them, then sucks a nipple between his lips, his teeth playfully digging in.

I press my lips together, stifling a moan as sharp pleasures fire across my skin. I run my fingers through his soft hair, now fully aware of the wet spot in my panties, now depressingly aware of the fact that it’s been far too long since anyone’s made me feel like this.

Actually, no one hasevermade me feel like this.

No one’s ever asked me what I wanted. No one’s ever taken their time, letting me savor every single pleasurable thing they do.

Until now.

Until Bronson.

He sucks on my other nipple, then returns to my lips.

Should we be doing this?

Should I stop this?

Should I…

I cup his face, kissing him hard in appreciation as my stomach rumbles.

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