Page 66 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“I know,” I say. “I can’t wait, either.”

“Been too long.”

“Too damn long.”

“Well, that’s enough small talk, I think. Take your panties off.”

I blink, then laugh. “Oh, is that how we do things now?” I tease.

“Sorry,” Bronson says playfully as he walks toward me. “Let me start over.” He stops in front of me. “How are you?”

I smother my grin. “I’m great.”

“Feeling good?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Me, too.”

“Always feel good after a nice, relaxing star bus.”

He chuckles, then shifts to the side, stepping lightly around me. Behind me, I feel his hand come to my shoulder. It slowly crawls toward my neck, softly pushing my hair to the other side as he drifts closer. His front touches my back, his breath warm and tingly on my skin.

I shiver from head-to-toe. “That feels good,” I whisper.

He replies with a gentle kiss on my neck, his hand slowly curling around my hip to rest on my stomach.

Then, I remember what he said before, and my chest lurches. “You said something about a surprise?” I ask.

“Later,” he whispers.

“Later?”

“Soon.”

Another kiss and I chuckle. “Eventually?” I ask.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On when you want to come so hard, you see stars for the second time tonight.”

I instantly laugh as his tongue caresses my neck, tickling and teasing me. “What?” I ask.

“Jordan,” he whispers, his kiss deeper, firmer. “I want to kiss you.”

I turn my head, offering my lips. “Go ahead.”

Bronson pinches my chin. “I don’t want to kiss you here,” he says, his other hand moving from my stomach down toward my...

I inhale sharply.

“I want to kiss youhere,”he says.

My spine grows taut.

“Please,” he whispers, noticing my tension. He looks me in the eye, my head still tilted toward him, our mouths still touching. “I want to feel your thighs quiver against my ears.”He kisses me, long and lingering. “I need to taste you, Jordan. Please.”

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