Текст книги "Rock Me Two Times"

Автор книги: Dawn Ryder

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Ramsey still hesitated before pushing himself away from the wall. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I said. Come on down if you change your mind.”

Ramsey stopped with his hand on the door. “Why are you such a romantic?”

“I said I wanted to see her again, not hit my knee and propose,” Syon shot back. “Sometimes, I even get to know a girl’s middle name before I take her to bed. You might try it once in a while. You know, to shake things up.”

Ramsey snorted. “We’ve got everything we ever wanted, so don’t let some chick convince you you’re not happy.”

Syon leaned back and closed his eyes the moment the door closed behind Ramsey.

He should go blow his load.

Find someone that looked like Kate and fuck her out of his system.

Instead, he removed his makeup and showered. The suite had three rooms, but Syon felt like a canned vegetable without a balcony. Most of the upscale hotels were going without balconies because of lawsuits over drunken falls. He could still hear the steady beat vibrating down the hallway from where the rest of the band was decompressing.

He pulled on a pair of jeans and wandered over to where his guitar had been set up. Only the bathroom light was on, letting him sink into the shadows as he fingered the strings, letting a melody flow from his mind to his fingers. The concert had taken the edge off his passion, allowing him enough patience to toy with a new rhythm.

* * *

“Overdosing on your sweet body sounds like a great idea.”

Kate growled and looked at her bedside clock…again. She needed sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she heard Syon’s raspy voice. B.O.B. was sitting on her bedside table, charging away. She’d moved her trusty vibrator onto the table the moment she found out her boyfriend Todd had been two-timing her. She gave a little snort and turned over, because what she craved was hard, body-to-body contact. Bare skin, raspy breath—in short, the whole enchilada. B.O.B. couldn’t deliver that. The moment she closed her eyes, all she saw was the way Syon’s eyes had narrowed before he kissed her.

Damn, the man could kiss.

“Oh, God, yeah…run your claws down me.”

Maybe she should have, because she wouldn’t be getting a second opportunity.

Chapter 2

A Harley sat outside the costume shop the next morning. It was brand-new, the chrome shining in the morning sun. Kate paused for a moment to admire the custom work on the machine. It was definitely not factory specs.

Shit.

Sturgis was three weeks away. She didn’t have a second to spare for the boys who hadn’t gotten their orders in. But bikers didn’t tend to take “no” very well, and Percy would be the first one to run screaming, leaving her to face whatever growling grizzly bear of a disgruntled customer was waiting inside. The guy clearly had money and would expect a cut to the front of the line with a click of his checkbook pen. He wouldn’t want to hear that there were just so many hours in a day and she was maxed out. She took another swing of her coffee and squared her shoulders.

“Kate…darling…”

Kate froze on her way into the shop. She tugged off her sunglasses and leveled a hard look at Percy. He had a measuring tape draped around his neck and stood in the doorway between the machine shop and the cutting area.

He was beaming, smiling from ear to ear with his hazel eyes sparkling. Darling was worse than sweetie when it came to getting worked over by her partner. If there was an asshole in the shop¸ Percy wouldn’t be calling her darling. Nope. Darling meant Percy was licking whipped cream off his fingers and fully expecting her to join the party.

“I’m going home,” Kate declared preemptively. “I didn’t get enough sleep to deal with an ambush.”

Percy rubbed his hands together gleefully and walked up to her with an unmistakably giddy look in his eyes. He leaned in close, clasped her wrists with a death grip fueled by excitement, and whispered, “I could kiss you for being late. You’re too good to me.” He backed up and cleared his throat. “So I started the basic measurements, and you’re right on time to get going with design.”

“Design of what…?” Her jaw hung open as her gaze fell on the person leaning against the door frame behind Percy. Syon Braden was just as deadly without his makeup. More so. There was a raw power in his face.

And he was grinning with victory.

Total ambush!

“Mr. Braden—” Kate started.

“As I told Percy, call me Syon,” he drawled in a deep voice that sent a tingle through her.

Her partner shivered and rolled his eyes before turning around to face Syon. “You did.” Percy trotted off into the third room, which served as the office, leaving Kate facing Syon.

Starbucks was so not strong enough to help her deal with her morning. There was a charge in the air, setting her nerves on edge. It shouldn’t have been possible. The guy’s persona was just fucking huge.

“Come on in, everyone!” Percy called.

Syon crooked a finger at her, but there was nothing playful about it. He was arrogant and damned fucking proud of himself.

She abandoned her coffee cup and forced herself to stride forward with all confidence she could muster. Her system was going haywire again. The fatigue headache she’d woken up with—courtesy of Syon Braden—doing nothing to dull the impact of his presence.

Heat snaked through her, awakening her clit like she hadn’t gone three rounds with B.O.B.

She needed to stock up on batteries.

Syon was wearing a faded pair of jeans that looked extra yummy on him, and a button-down khaki shirt that complemented the lighter streaks in his hair. The spikes weren’t teased up as much today, but that just gave him a rakish appearance. She felt the attraction bleeding off him, growing stronger with every step she took. She was completely off balance having him here in her shop; he’d invaded her safe zone.

He knew it too. There was a look in his eyes that told her how much he enjoyed riling her.

Much as it unsettled and excited her, she knew exactly what he was doing. He was proving how much power he had, and it pissed her off.

“What are you doing here?” she asked when she was close enough to keep her words from traveling to Percy.

Syon pegged her with that intense gaze of his. “Chasing you.”

She stumbled past Syon through the doorway to the office, the gruff, sultry sound of his voice completely unhinging her thought process. There was a suspicious chuckle from behind her, but she couldn’t turn around to snap at Syon because Percy was watching.

No unprofessional behavior.

“Now, Kate, I’ve already spoken to Giles, and he’s on board with the whole thing,” Percy announced with a flourish of his hands.

Kate sat down in one of the chairs in front of Percy’s desk. Syon lowered his frame into another one. She cut him a sidelong glance—there were four chairs in the office, but he’d taken the one beside her.

Syon winked at her and pressed his lips into a silent kiss.

Her damned nipples puckered. She needed something a lot harder than Starbucks.

“When Mr—Syon called to confirm his appointment, I made sure to check with Giles so there wouldn’t be any tension over jumping his contract,” Percy continued.

“Giles is fine with you jumping me,” Syon said with a smirk.

Kate’s jaw dropped.

Percy let loose a peal of laughter. “You are so naughty.” He wagged a finger at Syon. “I love it, but I’m a married man.”

“Percy, could you fill in some of the details?” Kate asked as she steeled herself. Syon wasn’t a subtle sort of personality.

“Oh yes, sweetie…” Percy laid his hands flat on the desk as he leaned forward. “You’re going on tour as personal leather specialist to Toxsin.”

Words failed her.

Syon leaned on his armrest and looked at Kate. “I’m not the only member of the band running short on stage wear. We’re a little ignorant of what the wardrobe needs as far as maintenance. That’s where you come in. The band and I agreed it would be best if you joined us. That way, you can produce what we need, when we need it. No lag time.”

Kate’s eyes widened, and she started to shake her head. Percy made a low sound in the back of his throat as something crashed in the cutting room, followed by two more loud bangs and a shouted word of profanity.

“I’ll be right back.” Percy scurried out of the office.

“Bastard,” she bit out.

“Brilliant bastard,” he corrected.

Her mouth was hanging open again. “Don’t fuck with my life,” she sputtered. “Percy and I built this place from nothing. I don’t have time to be your groupie.”

His teasing expression evaporated. “You think I don’t understand having a dream? Or what sort of devotion it takes to turn it into reality?”

His tone was a slap in the face. Behind the sex appeal was a hard businessman. As in razor sharp. She drew in a stiff breath to calm herself. “Okay, you’re right. I’m insulting you without knowing anything about you, but you are messing with my life here. I have commitments, and if I piss off my customers, they won’t be back next year when you’re history.”

He absorbed her words, weighing them. “I only work with the best, and that’s you. I checked. You’ll do custom work for us that will get worldwide press. That will bring in new clients. Ones with enough money to keep you from working eighty hours a week for guys who want to trade you brake jobs for their pants.”

She had nothing to come back at him. He really had done his homework.

She was staring at the business side of his persona again, and her pride glowed as his word sunk in. Beyond the sex appeal, the guy was a brilliant musician, and it looked like he knew how to market it. No wonder he was swamping her in his sex appeal; he could channel his energy and fire it off like a laser.

“It will also give us time to get to know each other, Kate.”

She shivered. “I can’t do this.” She was chickening out, but it was safer.

“Of course you can,” Percy said as he reappeared and patted her on the shoulder before rounding the desk and settling into his padded captain’s chair. “I’ve already juggled the schedule, and the contract Syon is offering even covers designer rights.”

Designer rights. The fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for every struggling artist like her and Percy. A band with Toxsin’s fame wearing her work would catapult her to the top of the design-label world. Instantly. It was prime bait. Her mouth was watering.

Another thud and shout came from the cutting room. “Can no one get along without me for even five minutes?” Percy wailed before heading back out of the office.

“You sure know how to bait a hook,” Kate said.

“Maybe I give credit where credit is due. You’re a rare talent, Kate,” he said.

His expression became pensive, calculating, and she found it attractive on a whole different level. Some place where she enjoyed the sting of dominance just because it reeked of a level of confidence she couldn’t help but admire. Syon was no metalhead getting lucky on the charts due to a kick-ass marketing team pushing his work.

“Your band buddies can’t be keen on this idea of attaching me to your baggage train. Won’t I throw off the vibe?” she asked.

“Business is always first,” Syon informed her, his tone fitting the gleam in his eyes. “You can keep us looking top-notch. Our fans expect a certain image. We plan to give it to them.”

“And she will do just that,” Percy practically sang on his way back into the office. “When I said I had to juggle her schedule, I wasn’t kidding. No one sews leather like Kate. She could fit an angry goat.”

“I noticed she’s one of a kind,” Syon said.

Kate felt that touch on her heartstrings again, but this time, it scared the hell out of her. Syon was perfection: his body drool worthy, and the intensity flowing out of his caramel eyes absolutely mind melting. He was like some kind of drug, and she was afraid of getting addicted.

She was going to end up getting sucker punched straight in her heart if she stayed near him. “Thanks for the praise, but…”

Syon gave his watch a cursory glance. “The truck will be pulling up in front of your place in about an hour.” He sent Kate a piercing look. “Just as soon as the guys finish loading up what you need from here.”

“I’m packing you a ton of hides to start with, Kate, and I’ll ship you some more when I get downtown to shop,” Percy informed her like the pro he was.

“You planned all the details, I see,” she said, pursing her lips at Syon.

He gave her a stiff nod. “Yes, ma’am.” There was something in his formal response that hinted at a big part of him she knew nothing about, some darker portion of his person that scared her even more. She got the feeling she just might end up respecting him.

“This is going to look so good on our résumé, darling,” Percy cooed.

Shit.

Shit…double shit.

Custom work had seasons. After Sturgis, there was going to be a long dry spell. She and Percy could tighten their belts, but it sucked when they had to let their staff go because there wasn’t enough business. Designer rights would change all of that. Just one tour, and Timeless Creations would blossom into the business she and Percy had dreamed of.

“It sure will,” Kate agreed. She was folding but also taking a chance. Seizing the opportunity she’d been longing for. As a partner, she’d be a real deadbeat not to step up.

Percy threw his arms around her and squeezed.

“Have fun,” he said suggestivly in her ear. When he released her, he smirked. “Oh, and Todd called this morning, since you aren’t returning his messages. I told him you were going on tour with Toxsin and didn’t have time for him.”

She grinned, unable to control herself. “Awesome.”

Syon’s eyes narrowed. The little hint of jealousy pleased her. Maybe it was an irrational, immature feeling, but it gave her the leverage she needed to break away from Syon’s powerful persona. There were more hugs and squeals from the other members of the team before she walked out of the door and toward her car.

When it came to ambushes, Syon did them just as big as he did everything else.

* * *

Syon had said truck.

She hadn’t expected a semi, much less four mega-bus-style motor homes clogging the street in front of her house. They were all covered in images of the band members from past concerts. Not exactly subtle. The neighbors started coming out as Syon appeared with a grin that grated on Kate’s nerves.

A drab-colored sedan squeezed its way into her driveway as a team of movers strode through her open door to take charge of the suitcases she’d haphazardly tossed the majority of her possessions into. She had no idea if she even had a complete matching outfit at this point.

Syon introduced the portly, balding man who got out of the sedan. “This is Karl. He’s a property management representative.”

Karl offered her his hand. “Pleasure to be working with you.” She shook it before he held out his other hand for her house keys. “We’ll make sure everything is kept in order while you’re away, including your car.”

It was the smart thing to do, but she still had trouble handing over the keys. But the idea of what the tour was going to look like on her résumé helped her move into action.

“Hey, Ginger. Nice to see you again.”

Kate turned to see Ramsey coming out of one of the buses.

“You know Ramsey,” Syon said as the two other members of the band made their way over to her. They didn’t seem to notice that their motorcade was causing traffic to drive on the wrong side of the road. A few squeals came from open car windows as people realized who was standing in the street.

“This is Taz,” Syon said, introducing a black-haired Asian guy with amazing dark eyes. “Bassist and backup vocals.”

“Drake.” Another dark-haired guy but with ocean-blue eyes. “He keeps us all on beat on the drums.”

The last guy looked at her with a stony expression.

“Drake is still getting used to the idea of having you along,” Syon said with reluctance.

“Thanks, Syon,” Drake growled. “Now I’m the band asshole.”

“Is that news to you?” Ramsey chirped with a smirk on his lips. “I knew it the moment you reported for duty.”

“Reported for duty?” Kate asked, perplexed by the formal term coming out of Ramsey, with his shoulder-length hair, nipple piercing, and leather pants.

“Yeah, Ramsey and I have been playing together since grade school, but the rest of the band connected with us in EOD,” Syon supplied.

“What’s EOD?” Kate asked.

“Explosive Ordinance Disposal.”

“No way.” Kate turned with a disbelieving look. “Bomb patrol? That’s one elite unit.”

“Got my honorable discharge papers to prove it,” he assured her.

It was stunning and impressive and fit perfectly with the expertly performed ambush she’d just been party to. “No wonder no one really knows where you guys came from.”

Syon shrugged and pointed Kate toward the lead motor home. They had to climb several large steps before ducking inside. A tinted glass wall separated the driver from the rest of the interior, leaving Kate alone with Syon.

Kate stared at him, drinking in the details of his amazing physique. Without the screaming fans and the guitars, she could see the hard body that must have served him well in the service. The length of his hair suddenly drew her attention.

“You’ve been growing your hair out since you left the service.” She stepped close enough to reach out and finger it without thinking about what she was doing. Instinct was taking charge again. She was drawn to him, the urge so strong, she couldn’t seem to control it. Sharing air with him was apparently enough to intoxicate her.

“Yeah…” he drawled, his voice turning husky.

He reached up and grabbed her hair clip again. There was a click, and her hair fell around her face.

“I love your hair.” He shoved his hand into it and captured a handful. “I can’t stop thinking about how it smells.”

He buried his face in the cloud of her hair. A little moan escaped her lips as he tightened his hold. Just enough. It was just the perfect amount of pressure on her scalp to send a jolt of red-hot desire through her.

“I like that little, sexy sound you make too,” he rasped.

“You totally ambushed me, Syon.” She tried to pull away, tried to recall just how much she didn’t like anyone rearranging the details of her life. The least she could do was chastise him.

He leaned forward and caught her waist again. He hauled her against his body and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “You bet I did. Invested time in planning it too.”

She pressed a hand against his chest. “I don’t like controlling men.”

“You haven’t had a sample of my type of control.” There was a dark promise in his tone.

“Arranging for me to come along changes nothing,” she warned him.

“During work hours, it means my band has what it needs to stay at the top, and that is very important to me, Kate.” His attention dropped to her mouth. “On personal time, it means we can explore the buzz between us.”

“Maybe we should stick to business.” She said it, but she didn’t mean it. Not really.

“Let’s put that to the test,” he said.

His lips thinned, and a moment later he was kissing her breathless. It was hard and scorching hot.

She moaned again, but this time, the sound was hungry. She threaded her hands through his hair and held his head as she angled hers to fit their mouths together. He reached around and gripped both sides of her bottom, lifting her up. He moved back and ended up on a sofa that she had only a dim memory of seeing. He sat down, and when he lowered her, she ended up spreading her legs to accommodate him. Her clit throbbed insanely as he pressed her right down onto his erection.

“Oh shit,” she cussed as she arched. It felt good. Incredibly good.

He stretched up and kissed the side of her neck. Her skin was hypersensitive, and she jerked, but he tightened his hold, keeping her prisoner for another kiss and a long lap from his velvet tongue. She jerked again, grinding her clit against his crotch. It was almost enough.

“Well, I know you said you wanted her here to get into our pants, but I guess this works too.”

Kate squealed, trying to scramble off Syon’s lap as Ramsey walked right up behind her. But Syon locked an arm around her and kept his hand in her hair to keep her exactly where she was. His cock was hardening even more, making her breath catch in the back of her throat.

And her face went up in flames as Ramsey sat right down beside Syon with a lazy grin on his lips.

“Should have started with the other RV,” Ramsey suggested. “It’s got a bedroom. Not that this sofa hasn’t seen its share of action.”

Kate gathered up some of her scattered wits and tried to push against Syon’s chest. “Let go.”

Syon responded by sliding his arm lower around her waist and grabbing one side of her butt before lifting his hips. She gasped. She couldn’t help it. The moment he moved against her clit, pleasure went shooting through her.

“I’m not into sharing,” she hissed.

“This isn’t sharing,” Syon said as he massaged her scalp again.

“Nope,” Ramsey said, lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers at her. “Don’t have a finger on you.”

Nothing made sense. Kate struggled to form a complete sentence, but it was almost impossible with Syon’s hard cock pressed against her open slit with just a couple of layers of cotton denim separating them. She could feel the heat of his skin burning through that fabric, promising her relief if she just ground herself against him a few times. Her nipples were already tightening.

“But I’d like to,” Ramsey added. “Put my fingers—and other body parts—on you.”

Kate was going to die of mortification. Ramsey was calmly observing them without even a hint of reservation. He dropped an arm along the back of the sofa and leaned back so he had a good view of them.

He was enjoying every second of it.

“Okay…I’m not into voyeurism either,” Kate clarified.

“I thought there were only five rules,” Syon grumbled. “You’re complicated.”

“And you’re presumptuous,” she countered. “Let me off your lap now!”

Syon’s eyes narrowed, a promise of retribution flickering in them before he released her. She scrambled off his lap as Ramsey made a sound that too closely resembled a muffled chuckle for her fraying composure.

“It’s not funny.” Kate lashed out at him. “If that’s what you’re into, get yourselves another costumer. Rule number two is in place for this very reason.”

“Rule number two?” Ramsey asked.

“No rock stars,” Syon filled him in. “We rank just below ‘no drugs.’”

Ramsey frowned. “That’s low.” His voice had deepened, turning cold. He pushed off the sofa and jumped down the steps, disappearing outside.

Syon wasn’t happy either. She could see the injured pride in his eyes.

“I wasn’t the one out of line here,” Kate defended. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry for pissing off your band buddy when he just sat down and asked to join in. Maybe you don’t like my rules, but at least I have some standards.”

“You were just as hot for me.” Syon drew a deep breath. “Claim you weren’t and what you are is a liar.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t hot.” The words were past her lips before she realized she was making an admission. His lips thinned with renewed hunger before he came up off the sofa after her.

“No.” She jumped down the hallway to get out of his reach and had to quell the urge not to turn and run. “If I’m here as a team member, fine, but I am not going to be your sex pet.”

He captured her wrist and tugged her to him. She ended up smacking into his chest. He closed his arms around her, imprisoning her, the feeling of his hard body threatening to make her senseless again.

“You haven’t tried being mine,” he growled against her ear before he nipped the lobe.

She was losing her wits again. Heat surged through her, overpowering everything else. She ached for him. Her body was liquefying into a molten pool of need.

“Do you even recall the name of the last woman you kissed?” she demanded. “Before me? Or is it all a blur?” She was lashing out, flailing in an attempt to regain control. Under different circumstances, she would have been mortified.

He lifted his head, locking gazes with her. There was something in his eyes that chilled her. It was hard and wounded.

“Yes.” His tone was clipped and subarctic. “It’s been two years since I kissed another woman. Her name was Jen.”

“Yeah, right,” Kate scoffed, but she wanted to believe him. She had no business being possessive. No reason to notice the sincerity in his eyes.

He released her, backing away, and it felt like he was emotionally pulling away from her too. Almost as if he was wounded by her disbelief.

“Come on. Your buddy is all ready to jump into a ménage with us twenty minutes after I show up, but you expect me to believe you haven’t had sex in two years?” she asked.

“I didn’t say I haven’t had sex. I said I haven’t kissed a woman in two years,” he said. “I can’t risk getting cold sores or some other shit in my throat. I don’t put my vocal cords in jeopardy. Especially when I’m on a tour that I’ve put up half the money for.”

“Oh.” She felt a ridiculous little zip of excitement go through her. “I guess that holds water.”

A whole lot of it. It gave him layers. Made him less two-dimensional.

His attention lowered to her lips. “You’re trouble.”

“You kicked in my door, dude.” The excitement died. Why in the hell did it hurt to hear him rejecting her? She wanted to reject him, so what did it matter?

His expression changed, became more distant, more professional. All business again.

“We need a leather specialist. When it comes to the show, there is nothing I won’t go after if it is the best. I checked around; there’s a reason you don’t have an assistant. You can’t find one with your talent.” His gaze settled on her mouth again. “So I want you.”

She ended up nodding and conceding the point. There was a standing opening at the shop, and a whole lot of people had tried to fill it. None of them had the touch.

“Ramsey is just about the only human being on this planet who understands me. We’ve bled together. So telling him he’s lower than a drug addict is pretty harsh. Keep that sort of shit to yourself.”

“Rule number three is ‘no drugs,’ not ‘no drug addicts,’” she said. “There’s a big difference there. I’m not willing to compromise on something that has such a potential to blossom into addiction. I don’t work as hard as I do to end up in a relationship where I could lose everything, or end up having my car seized by the state because I made a bad choice on my date night.”

He weighed her answer for a long moment. “Fair enough. As you put it, that holds water. As for Ramsey walking in on us, we live on top of one another when we’re on tour. Privacy can become a casualty from time to time.”

“That was more than a walk-in oops,” she snapped. “He sat right down and asked to join.”

And she really wished her knees didn’t go weak over that idea. But they turned to jelly when Syon’s lips thinned and his eyes flickered with something very wicked. He closed in on her again, hooking her around the waist and turning her around, away from the stairs. He cupped her nape and buried his head in her hair.

“Sex is better when it’s more than fucking,” he rasped next to her ear.

She stiffened, but he held her still, his warm breath brushing her ear.

“There are a thousand different ways to experience pleasure.” He teased the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “If you’re honest, you’ll admit he turned you on.”

“Oh…damn.” She wiggled as he traced the entire outside of her ear until he closed his lips around the lobe.

She ended up gripping his shirt.

“I want to know what you like, everything you crave.” He trailed kisses down her neck before lifting his head and making eye contact with her. “I want to know that I satisfy every fantasy you have, so you don’t go looking for it without me.”

“That’s nuts…” she whispered.

“So is the pull between us,” he said.

“Does that line really work?”

His face tightened, irritation flickering in his eyes.

“Who’s Todd?” Syon demanded.

Her wits were dulled by the idea that she’d insulted his cheesy line. “What?”

“Todd.” Syon massaged her neck. “Percy said Todd called looking for you.”

She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Are you actually jealous of an ex-boyfriend?”

“Not if he’s an ex.”

He leaned over and teased her neck with a flick of his tongue. She stretched away from him.

“But it’s just fine if your buddy Ramsey is sitting next to us while we make out or more?” Kate asked.

“Mmmmm…I like the idea of more.”

He was going for her neck again, and she was sure she was going to combust if he succeeded. So she flattened her hand over his mouth, but it backfired. He captured her wrist and turned it up so he could tease the sensitive skin on the underside with a kiss. She shuddered, the sensation rocking her to her core. She was fixated on his mouth against her skin. He rolled back his lips and bit her gently.

She felt like she was flying apart.

“I can’t do this…”

He locked gazes with her but maintained his grip on her wrist, and his thumb stroked the wet spot he’d left.

“He’s an ex, so no complication,” Syon insisted. “I want to explore why I kissed you. Kisses are intimate for me.”

“I guess they would be,” she said, recalling his protection plan for his throat.

His tone had deepened. “I don’t indulge very often. I’ve been thinking about the way you taste all night. Should have been focused on the risk I left myself open to.”

Two years. It seemed impossible, but there was a little bubble of joy growing inside her as she contemplated having something no one else had from him. “That’s hard to believe, Syon.”

He stepped up, moving too close again for rational thought. She pressed a hand against his chest, and the connection shocked her with a jolt of lust.

“Believe it and google it, you won’t find a single picture of me in a lip-lock with a chick.”

He pressed a kiss against her mouth, sucking and teasing her lips with expert motions. He was constantly undermining her ability to form cohesive thoughts. He ripped the very foundation of her world away and left her floundering in a flood of need. She moaned softly and gripped his shirt.

Someone pounded on the door of the RV. “We’ve got to roll, Syon!” Ramsey hollered from outside. “Playtime is over.”

Syon gave her one last, hard kiss before releasing her. “On my way,” he growled. “’Cause I’m sure not coming.”