Page 8 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

Just Bronson.

“Hi,” I squeak.

He steps forward. Reaching out, he touches a hand to my cheek as he swiftly closes the short gap between us and?—

The shock of the kiss shakes me to the core. If it weren’t for his arm suddenly hooked around my back, I’d surely topple right over. I’m not sure why I’m so surprised. Sex usually includes a fair amount of physical contact.

But Bronson. This isBronson.

He breaks the kiss and opens his eyes. He silently stares, one hand still soft on my cheek, the other firmly pressed into the small of my back.

“Hi,” I say again.

“Hi,” he says.

He kisses me again.

And I kiss him back.

3

JORDAN

Holy shit.

The door closes behind us with a dull sound I barely hear at all. All I can hear is my pounding heart and the sinful sounds of Bronson’s mouth against mine. Each step he takes moves us closer to my bed. Each kiss pushes me even farther over the line.

Don’t bang a bandmate.

I’m breaking the rules.

I’m a rule breaker!

But I don’t have to be. I can stop this now, tell him this was all just a mistake. An exhaustion and stress-fueled mishap we’ll both totally laugh about someday.

Bronson stops us by the bed. His hands drift down my back, coming to rest on my rear, and I laugh.

He tilts his head back, his eyes curious.

“Sorry,” I say, smothering it. “I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just...” I chuckle, his hands still... there. “You’re touching my butt. Your hands are on my butt.”

“They’re about to be elsewhere,” he says.

I laugh again. “Sorry! That’s just really weird to hear you say.”

“Why?” he asks, kissing me so hard I almost don’t have the breath to even explain.

“Well, you don’t say much,” I say, turning my head and shuddering as he kisses my neck instead. “But here you are. In my hotel room. Kissing me and touching my butt and joking about... your hands in other places.”

“I don’t like to talk.”

He scoops me off the floor and drops me on the bed.

“Yeah, I know,” I say as he follows, his knee pushing between my legs to force them apart. I rest my hands on his muscular chest, then instantly pull them away in shame. “I know you don’t like to talk much, but I talka lotand I would very much like to have a discussion about thisbefore we do something we’ll regret,”I say, turning my lips away from his.

Bronson stops. He sits back on his knees between my thighs and looks at me expectantly.

I swallow hard, taking my words with it. “Uh...”

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