I wrenched the lock back and flung open the door.

He was standing there, breathing hard like he'd been running. When his eyes met mine, I felt my whole body shiver in anticipation. They were too dark. Too dangerous. If I looked too long I might fall in and never come out again. But I couldn't look away.

"All right, love?" he rasped.

I stepped back from the door. "I still don't date musicians."

"Fine. I can respect that. " He stepped forward, wedging his foot against the door. "But you never said anything about getting fucked by one."

Heat pooled in my belly. His eyes were black pools and I was drowning without even trying to make it to the surface. Just falling deeper into the abyss.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I taunted.

He lifted his hand, brushing up into my hair in a touch that was almost feathery, and I remembered that this was the man who played the drums so delicately in 'No Promises.' The skill in his touch made me shiver.

Then he closed his fist around handful of hair and yanked me to him. His mouth slammed into mine, silencing the snarky comment that had leaped to my lips and it died away completely the second his tongue found mine. Before I had any idea of what I was doing, I was raking my fingers through his hair, tangling them in his curls and pulling him closer to me.

He backed me up, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it with one quick motion. He paused for one second, searching my face for an answer.

I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck in a half embrace, half chokehold. His mouth found mine again and his kiss was an all-out assault on my senses, but I pushed back, matching him in intensity. Our tongues swirled, sparring for dominance, until I pulled back with a gasp.

"What are we doing?" I demanded indignantly, even though I knew. I wanted to hear him say it.

He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before taking my face in his hands. "I think it's pretty fucking clear what we're doing," he growled, taking my lower lip in his teeth.

I hissed around his mouth. "You're a pain in my ass."

"You need to be spanked so hard you can't sit down, love. Then you'll know what a real pain in the ass is." He growled as he dragged his lips down my neck, his teeth nipping, his mouth sucking and I sagged against him, turning my head to give him my neck as I peppered his collarbone with teethmarks.

But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I was out of control. I was making a huge mistake and instead of fighting it, I was rushing headlong into it, and the idea of fucking everything up was so exhilarating that I yanked my T-shirt over my head and shrugged out of my bra. "You're the bane of my existence," I hissed, pressing my naked tits against him to give him more skin to suck, and sink his teeth into. "You make my life hell."

He slid his hands up my thigh and under my skirt. I groaned when his finger slid against my slickness and sank my teeth into his chest. I helped him as he tugged my panties down to my ankles, not even caring that the seams popped and ripped. He gathered the fabric of my skirt in his fist and used it as leverage to yank me against him again. I slid my hands down his flat stomach and down the front of his jeans. He hissed as I closed my fist around his cock and I loved having him at my mercy.

"I can't stand to even look at you," I taunted him, sliding his hand between my legs. His eyes widened at how wet I was and then darkened as I wrapped my leg around his waist. With a growl, he reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out of his wallet. The sight of him unrolling it down his length sent a downward rush through my core. I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from sagging to the floor.

He cupped my ass cheeks, lifting me higher in position. "Fuck you," I hissed as he pressed the head of his cock at my entrance.

"Go right ahead," he invited.

I wrapped my leg tighter around his waist and we both gasped as he slid inside.

He drew back a little before he thrust, slowly at first, letting me feel him. The he sank in, all the way to the hilt and then held himself there.

I groaned, wiggling around him, needing him to move. "Go!" I begged. "Do it!"

"You like me in here? You like my cock inside of you, love?"

"Fuck you."

"I am fucking you," he retorted, slamming into me with everything he had.

I yelled, wrapping my leg tightly around him and drawing him even higher. "You are," I moaned. "Now fuck me harder!"