I reached out to touch her soft cheek, and the limo lurched again, forcing my hand onto her breast. I removed it quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

My heart was beating so quickly. Something was percolating in me, something I had never experienced. Unlike the last time this had happened, when my first thought had been to save my own ass, this time was different.

I had placed Heather at the concert, in the front row. If anything had happened to her…

It would’ve been my fault.

I felt responsible. Nothing more. Still, as she sat next to me in my limo, each lurch bringing her closer to me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of need that was consuming me.

Lars would take us to my place. Heather hadn’t said anything. Was she expecting me to take her home first? I’d had a chance with her this afternoon, but Janet had blown it for me. I couldn’t blame Heather for not believing that I hadn’t touched either of those women last night, even though it was true. Tonight there would be no after-party. The hall would be cleared out and searched by the bomb squad.

No Janet. No Lindy. No groupies. And no bandmates like Zane trying to coerce me into partying harder. No drugs and alcohol flowing.

Tonight…only the beautiful woman next to me.

Surely once I had fucked her, the strange compulsion to have her would dissipate.

Surely…

I couldn’t allow myself to think otherwise. Lars had finally gotten the limo moving, and I knew where we were headed. While I wanted to remain silent, words edged out of my throat.

“Baby, we’re going to my place. Tell me now if you want me to take you home first.”

“I…”

“Yeah?”

“I…don’t know what I want, to be honest. This afternoon, I wanted you so much.”

“I wanted you too, Heather. I still want you.”

“I feel so…” She rubbed her upper arms as a shudder rocked her body.

“Don’t be scared, baby.”

“I didn’t know what was happening.”

“I should’ve explained. I’m sorry I didn’t. I just had to get you out of there. That was the only thought on the surface of my mind. ‘Get Heather out. Keep Heather safe.’”

She gave me a weak smile. “Thank you for that. I’ve heard of things like this. Of people panicking and causing a stampede. People getting trampled…”

“That wasn’t going to happen to you on my watch.”

“What about the others? Thank God Susie didn’t go to the concert tonight.”

“The guards and the cops will take care of the others. There were no casualties in Philly. I have only the best people working for me.”

I hoped I wasn’t feeding her a load of bullshit. There hadn’t been any casualties the last time, but I had no idea what was going on right now. All I knew was I had to protect Heather. Not just from a bomb or stampede, but from any bad thoughts entering her head.

Emotion coiled through me—new emotion I’d never felt before.

Part of it made me want to squirm, stop the car, and get out and run until it went away.

But another part of it…calmed me. Offered me peace.

That part kept me grounded, kept the desire to protect the woman next to me close to my heart.

“I’m glad,” Heather said. “I know you would feel terrible if anything happened to your fans.”

Her attitude shocked me, but only for a moment. Heather was concerned not for herself, not even for me, but for the throngs of people who had been in the concert hall.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I said. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever uttered a truer statement in my life.

That got a cute little chuckle out of her. “I’m nothing special.”

“Baby, all I know is that I was willing to throw myself into a burning fire to get you out of there safely tonight. That has never happened to me.”

Her red lips curved into a beautiful smile. “Thank you again.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me. That’s not why I told you that.”

“Then why did you tell me? To try to get me into your bed again?”

A spark of emotion coursed through me. Not anger. Not sadness. Perhaps just a little disappointment. Because although I did want to bed her—I could never deny that—the prospect of fucking her tight little body hadn’t entered my mind when I risked my life to save hers.

So why had I done it?

Truthfully, I wasn’t sure.

“No, Heather. I told you. Tell me if you want me to take you home, and I will.”

She touched my cheek this time, her fingertips burning a silky trail on my flesh, and gazed into my eyes. “No, Jett. I don’t want you to take me home.” She pulled my face toward her and gave me a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.

No woman had ever kissed me there before, and it was….endearing. And a turn-on. Of course, everything about Heather Myles turned me on.

I took her lips in a searing kiss, and we made out like a couple of teenagers until we got to my mansion.

When Lars opened the door for us and helped Heather out, I followed, grabbed her hand, and we practically ran into the house and up the spiral staircase to my bedroom.

I flattened her against my bedroom door and kissed her again, wet and openmouthed, devouring her. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened against my chest. She had worn a light-pink tank top, no bra—God, help me—to the concert.

Because of the lighting, I hadn’t been able to see her while I was on stage, but I knew where her seat was, and I directed all my passion, all my energy toward that seat. If I’d been able to see those hard nipples poking out through her top, I wouldn’t have been able to perform.

But I was able to perform now—a performance of a different nature.

She was so fucking beautiful. So fucking hot.

My cock was thick and hard against her tummy, and when she reached down and grabbed it, I nearly spilled.

I quickly opened the door to my bedroom, hauled her inside, and shut it behind us. To my surprise, she dropped to her knees, unsnapped my jeans, and pushed them over my hips. My cock sprang out, ready and willing.

She stared at me for a few seconds.

“What is it, baby?” I didn’t add, “Too big for you?” With a groupie, I would have. They loved that stuff. But Heather Myles was different. I didn’t want to treat her like a groupie. Or like anyone else, either. She was special.

“It’s just… You’re beautiful,” she said.

A shudder surged through my body. Her words… They made me feel things. Things foreign to me.

I liked the feelings. They weren’t anything I could keep. I knew that. But for tonight, I would let myself feel these new things. These wonderful things.

Suck my cock, sweetheart. Normally that would be my demand about now. But again, I couldn’t force those words past my lips. Heather was different. So I chose different words.

“Please, Heather. Please put your mouth on me.”

Her big brown eyes went wide, and she backed away. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually so forward.”

“I don’t have any issues with you being forward, baby.”

“It’s just… You’ve been with so many women. And I’m afraid…”

“You’d pale in comparison?” I said, chuckling.

“God! No!” She backed off even farther, sitting down on the floor with a plunk.

I wished I could take my stupid words back. Heather was being sensible. She wasn’t worried she couldn’t pass muster. She wanted to make sure I was clean before she put my cock in her mouth. I only respected her more for it.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I was being a dick. I want you. I told you in the limo that you were safe with me, and I meant it. I’m clean. I always use condoms, and I get tested once every three months.”

Her cheeks turned rosy.

“It’s a valid concern, Heather. I understand.”

She sat for a few seconds longer, and then, to my astonishment, she rose to her knees and planted a kiss right on the head of my cock.

I let out a low moan. That one touch of her lips to my most sensitive flesh excited me more than the best blowjob Lindy and Janet had ever given me in tandem.

She kissed my flesh again, and then trailed tiny kisses all the way up my shaft to my balls. She inhaled and then planted the same little kisses as my sack tightened. Then she licked my shaft with one long stroke of her warm velvety tongue, bringing her back to my cockhead.

“God, baby.”

She sucked my tip, making me crazy. And when I thought I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, she took me about three-quarters of the way into her mouth.

Damn. Hold it. I clenched my teeth. Not going to come yet. Not going to ruin this night.

I hadn’t yet touched her bare breasts. I hadn’t sucked on those beautiful little nipples. I hadn’t looked at her pussy, tasted her sweet cream.

I closed my eyes. She pulled back and then sucked me even farther into her sweet mouth.

Oh, God… My balls crunched close to my body, and the tiny convulsions began.

No stopping it now.

I was coming—coming in her beautiful mouth.

I hoped she wouldn’t mind… Hoped—

“Ah, God!” The moan echoed throughout the room as I spurted down her throat.

She didn’t bat an eye. She took me, took all of me, seeming to savor every drop as I coated her mouth and throat.

The orgasm surged through me, along with ecstasy I had never known. As my cock pulsated, so did every cell of my body, so did my thundering heart.

When I finally stopped convulsing, she moved backward a bit, my cock, still hard, falling from her mouth. She licked her full red lips, but still a drop of my come drizzled down her chin.

She had never looked more beautiful.

But she would. After I had thoroughly fucked her, she would be even more beautiful, lying naked amidst my satin sheets, her limbs tangled within them, her nipples ruddy and puffy from being sucked and kissed, her pussy swollen and sated, pink and glistening.

Yes, she would be even more beautiful.

And now that I had come already? I could take the time to worship her body the way she deserved.