“So you’d prefer I didn’t smoke at all?”
His eyes darken, not with judgment, but with something more primal. The tension shifts, tightens, twists, and his gaze drops to my collarbone, before his tongue darts out across his bottom lip.
My breath hitches, and the room thickens with heat.
His hands trail up my arms, sparking goose bumps across my skin. His eyes pierce mine. They’re deep, dark, and full of fire.
“If you were mine, I’d demand it,” he says, voice low, rough. “I’d grip your hair, hold you tight, make you promise you’d give it up for me. Then I’d run my tongue down your neck and make you beg for more until you belonged to me.Fully… always.”
My thighs squeeze together, desperate to ease the throbbing ache at the center of me.His words… god, his words.They light me up in ways no drug ever could.
“I’d make you moan, Effa. Make you scream my name. Not from smoke or herbs but fromme. From everythingIcan give you.”
I want to say something, anything, but I’m melting too fast.
“We can’t risk losing you, Mercs,” I murmur. “The band needs you. If we cross that line—”
He slides his hand into my hair, gripping tight. My scalp tingles with the sharp edge of his touch.
“That’s Luke talking. Not you.” I inch closer, my heart pounding. “I want you, Effa.” He smirks, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Tonight, on that stage, watching you tease me… then climbing those rocks like it was nothing? You amaze me. I want in. I wantyou.” He presses closer. “I’m not walking off this tour. We handle this like adults, and nothing changes. Now, is that enough sweet talking to let me fuck you?”
I giggle and press myself to him, feeling the thick bulge between us. “You think you have all the power?”
His brow furrows in playful confusion, right before I spin him and shove him onto the bed. He bounces with a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows.
I strip slowly, peeling off the daisy-chain headband, pulling my dress over my head, revealing white lace and nothing else.
His eyes go wide.
His smile?Wicked.
I straddle him, knees on either side of his legs, my pussy grinding against the hard line of his jeans. He grabs my ass, pulling me tighter.
I lean in, my breath short, hair falling like a curtain around us. While the energy zings between us, I know Mercs is a high I could get addicted to.
More dangerous than any drug.
More powerful than any hit.
I kiss him hard, deep, messy. Our tongues tangle, our bodies grind. His hands rake up my back and fist in my hair. Then he groans, flipping me, dropping me to the bed. His shirt rips open, buttons flying as he tosses it to the floor.
Holy hell… that body.
Mercs’ chest presses against mine as he devours my neck, teasing, biting, sucking. My clit pulses in time with my heartbeat, desperate. He moves down, grinding into me, making me writhe beneath him.
“Kaden,” I breathe.
He bites my earlobe, dragging a shudder down my spine. I arch into him, hungry for more. Our mouths crash together again, hot and frantic. His hand cups my breast, squeezes just hard enough to make me moan.
And then…
I open my stupid mouth.
“If we do this… it doesn’t mean you’re like them.”
He freezes. His eyes narrowing.
“Like who?”
