Page 73 of Melody

I rake my hands through my hair and turn to her before we go through the door to the bedroom. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I want you. I want you more than I can even comprehend at the moment. But I can’t do this. It’s not right.”

She grabs my hands. “It’s okay, Jesse. I said I want to.”

“I know, but I’m not being fair.” I place my hands on either side of the doorframe leading to the bedroom. “I’m attracted to you, for sure. But I don’t feelthatway about you.”

She blinks a moment, and her eyes glaze over, but no tears fall, thank God. “I didn’t ask how you felt about me.”

“You’re young. Impressionable. I don’t think you can handle a onetime fuck.”

“You don’t know anything about me. You have no idea how many onetime fucks I’ve had. I can handle anything you throw at me, Jesse Pike. I can handle you and more.” She stands tall, shoulders back, chest forward, her soft jawline hard.

And all I can think about is getting into those pants.

God, give me strength.

“I’ve already paid for this room,” she says.

“And I will pay you back.”

“It’d be a shame to let it go to waste,” she says.

My God, she’s trying to kill me.

I cup both her cheeks, rub my thumb over her full lower lip. “You have the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted, Brianna Steel.”

A soft sigh comes from her throat.

“I can’t promise you anything past tonight. I’ll be busy with the tour, and I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m looking for a fuck, Brianna. Can you handle that?”

She nods, her lips trembling under my touch.

“You sure?”

“Jesse, I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything.”

I slam my lips onto hers again, still holding her face.

She opens for me, and the kiss is more feral than before. It’s a raw and animalistic kiss because that’s what I am right now. A fucking animal. A fucking stag who needs to rut, who needs to let out his aggressions so he can sleep.

She kisses me back, sliding her tongue between my lips.

She’s an aggressive kisser. Most women keep their tongues in their own mouths, but not Brianna Steel. She shoves hers past my lips and is an active participant in this kiss.

And it makes me want her all the more.

If she’s this aggressive at kissing…

Oh. My. God.

I wish I could take my time with her. Savor this beautiful body of hers.

But that’s not to be.

That’s not what this night is about.

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