Chapter Eight
“You agreed to explore.” When she was this close, he had a hard time remembering any of her objections. He took an exaggerated look around the apartment. “Part of the deal was that no one from band could know. There’s no one here.”
She sighed, knowing she had no argument. He moved in for another kiss. This time, she didn’t pull away. With his hand at her nape, her hair brushing the back of his hand, he guided her to him.
She kissed like she played drums: all in.
It had only taken a few minutes with their lips locked, tongues tangling, for her to surge forward. She climbed onto his lap, notching herself against him.
His d**k fought against his zipper for release. Hunter kissed along her jaw and down her neck. Her pulse thumped against his lips, and he tasted her sweat. Sh
