“Just needed a kiss,” she murmured back.
“Good thing I’m here, then.” Both of his arms were around her now. She was well and truly trapped, and the next brush of his mouth was a rolling wave that caught her and pulled her out to sea.
He lifted her effortlessly so she was sitting on the counter and nudged his way between her legs. Yes, oh definitely that. She squeezed her legs around his hips and tried to slide their bodies together just so, but he pressed her back against the mirror.
“Just a kiss, princess. No time for anything more.”
“Spoilsport,” she said breathlessly, giggling until he took her mouth again, hard and rough, stealing the laugh and her breath. He sent her spinning into the riptide again.
Slick, wet heat. A crazy kaleidoscope of sensations twirled inside her as he explored and caressed her with his tongue, his lips, his hands. He kissed her with his entire body, his embrace commanding and addictive.
Drowning had never been so tempting before.
A quick knock at the door killed that thought quick.
Dean slid her off the counter, helping her find the floor with her feet before he stepped away.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered. It wasn’t the right thing to say, exactly, but he’d turned her brain to mush.
He tugged on a lock of her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he bent over her. He kissed her cheek. “Our secret, princess. No worries.”
“That was fun.” She grinned up at him.
He winked as he walked backward toward the door to let them back in.
She tried and failed not to look at the substantial erection pressing against the front of his jeans.
And that was all they got for the rest of the evening.
Andrew didn’t have the greatest night. A problem with his in-ear monitor, and then he’d snapped at Jackie, which was probably the stupidest choice he could have made for more than one reason.
And then she’d had to intervene when he’d gone ballistic on the sound engineer after the show. It was a shame, really, because she’d had anincredibleshow, and she attributed at least a bit of that to the breathless excitement that rioted through her every time she thought of Dean’s kiss.
She’d wanted to show him just how appreciative she was, but that would have to wait, because as soon as Andrew calmed down, they were back on the bus to get to Louisville by the next morning because her next show was a daytime slot at an outdoor festival.
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Dean knew managinga grumpy band wasn’t how Liana wanted to unwind after another spectacular concert. Jackie was pissed because of something Andrew had said to her during the show, so she stomped off her to her bunk as soon as Dwayne pulled onto the highway.
West pulled out his tablet and sat right in the middle of the living room, taking up a lot of real estate on the couch at the same time as he propped his legs on a chair.
Liana looked exasperated with him, and Andrew, who was slouched over the table, spinning a coin over and over again.
Clearly she wasn’t the oldest of four brothers.
Dean kicked the chair out from under West’s feet.
“Hey!” the drummer protested.
Rule one of a grumpy house full of boys: everyone suffered the same consequence. As soon as Dean had realized that trick, the Foster home had way less bickering.
“Get the cards,” Dean said. “We’ll play a few hands.”
Rule two of a grumpy house full of boys: give them something to fiddle with while they sort out their shit.
The tablet, the coin…those were fine, and they’d eventually get there on their own, but Liana was tired and Dean didn’t have time for this shit. Getting them doing thesamething increased the likelihood of whatever was simmering between the surface with those two actually boiling over—and then getting dealt with properly.
