Page 10 of SnowFyer (Roosters #8)

“Not making that promise. After tonight I realize I don’t want to be behind the scenes anymore.

Arsen will be back by the next tour. I’ll stay until the charity concerts are done, but then I’m leaving.

If not for Soul Reapers, then someone else.

I might form my own band and see how it works.

Either way, I’ve got a shot to make it on my own. ”

“You don’t need to make it on your own. You’re part of us now. Everyone knows the success of this last show was because of you. That will only grow stronger after we’ve had a chance to actually practice together. These charity shows will be perfect for showing off what you can do.”

“And when the new wears off?” She shook her head. “No, Seth. I won’t disappear into the background again.”

“What the fuck, Scarlett?” Seth shoved her away from him. Not hard, but enough to convey his frustration. “You never mentioned wanting out front.”

“I didn’t, then,” she agreed, shrugging. “Now I know what I was missing. I like it.”

“So we’ll --”

“Save it, Seth,” she snapped. “My mind’s made up.” She turned her back on him. “Leave. And shut the fucking door behind you.”

“No fucking way,” he growled, lunging for her again. This time, she slapped at him, struggling to get free. Not hard, but enough he was sure it would make a racket. “Stop it! Titan is right outside the door and will break it down if he hears you struggling.”

“Fuck you, Seth!”

“Gladly,” he said, pulling her firmly against him, maneuvering her arms behind her back before falling onto the bed with her. “But we need to come to an understanding first.”

“Go to hell! There’s your understanding!”

All the struggling had caused her T-shirt to stretch over her breasts tightly, revealing the tight peaks of her nipples. Seth’s gaze fixated on her tits and he wanted like anything to simply dip his head and take one nipple into his mouth to pull at it right through the thin cotton.

“My understanding is your hard nipples. Tell me you don’t want me and make me fucking believe it, Scarlett.”

“I don’t want you,” she bit out. “Not now. Not ever!”

“Then why are your pupils dilated? Your breath coming in gasps? I bet if I stroked between your legs I’d find you wet for me.”

“If I’m wet, it’s certainly not for you, you bastard.”

“Then who? There’s no one here other than me.” Taking a chance, he lowered his head and kissed lightly, just grazing his lips over her neck in a caress.

She shivered, her back subtly arching before she caught herself. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not you.”

“So, you don’t want my lips on your neck?” Seth ruthlessly grazed her again, this time adding his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her skin with a groan.

“Of course not,” she whispered, her voice ragged with need. Her arms were still pinned behind her, but her legs were spread where he’d managed to fit his body between them. She closed them around him, probably a reflex on her part.

“And you don’t want my hands on your skin.”

“No,” she gasped when he skimmed one hand up her waist to the side of her chest. He didn’t venture into forbidden territory. Merely petted her.

“Your whimpers betray you, Scarlett. I think you want me very much.”

“What if I do? It’s not like you haven’t wanted me for years. I know when a man’s horny. You get hard every time you look at me.”

“Not denying that, honey. Especially when I got a look at you in your stage garb.” He pulled back to look her full in the eyes so she could see the truth of his words.

“I’ve never seen a woman who could compare to you.

Not now. Not on stage. You’re sex and sin in red leather and high, high fuck-me heels. ”

“You’re just wanting to get laid.” Her dark red brows knit together, but he could tell she wanted to believe him.

“I could do that without all the pretty words. Maybe not with you, but with any other woman in the world.”

“Maybe that’s why you want me. I’m the only woman who presents a challenge to you.”

“You tell yourself that, Scarlett. But I think you know that’s not why I want you.”

“You want a conquest. The one woman you can’t have because my brother would kick your ass six ways to Sunday.

” There was hurt in her voice she tried to mask, but Seth heard it.

For some strange reason, every protective instinct roared to life inside him, and he found himself needing to reassure her.

“You’re not a conquest, Scarlett. You’re…

” He struggled for the words inside him, not wanting to lead her on or say anything he didn’t mean.

She was right when she’d told the press he wasn’t the kind of man to settle down with one woman.

“You’re an addiction. Something in my blood needs you.

Sometimes, I feel like I’ll die without it.

” There. He could admit that much, at least. Even as he said it to her, he knew she was much more than that, but he had no idea what.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to admit it to himself.

She tightened her legs around him, lifting her chin challengingly. “So, you just need to get a fix. Fuck me until you’re sated and then you’re done.”

“Maybe,” he said, cocking his head to the side. Because he was sure he wouldn’t be. “I just know I want you. Need you.” He slid her his cocky grin, the one that melted panties in every corner of the world. “The only question is, are you woman enough to take a man like me?”

“No question there,” she snorted. “My only question is, once you have me, how are you going to let this ass go?”

“You let me worry about that.”

Seth wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew, they were fused at the mouth. Even restrained as she was, Scarlett was passionate and aggressive, demanding what she wanted with her kiss alone. She nipped his lips before lapping at his tongue.

“Before we start this,” he said between licks at her tongue. “Set the rules.”

“You don’t fuck me,” she said, without hesitation. “Anything else goes.”

Seth growled, releasing her arms from behind her back. “Unacceptable.”

“Too bad, baby,” she said, this time biting his chin and squeezing his ass with her fingers. He actually felt the bite of her nails as she pulled him to her. “Those are my terms.”

“Then at least tell me why.” There was no way he was going to make it without fucking her. Already he was trying to come up with ways to tempt her to change her mind.

“Because I don’t have condoms here, and any you might have were intended for someone else.” She actually chuckled at him. “You’re not going in bareback, so yeah, not happening tonight, big guy.”

“Christ,” he bit out as he raised himself up to whip his shirt off.

Scarlett sat up, her hands going to his chest to sift through the smattering of dark hair over his pecs.

Her mouth found a nipple, and he had to bite back a cry.

Her fingers scraped down to find the fastening of his jeans, deftly undoing them nearly before Seth realized it.

Scarlett shoved him back on to her bed, snagging his jeans as she went. She had them slid down his legs and pooled in the floor along with his underwear just as he lay back. Woman was fucking good at this. Which begged the question: exactly how many lovers had she had?

Before he could fully appreciate his musings, Scarlett leapt upon the bed and draped herself over his torso.

The touch of her lips on his cock nearly made him come.

When she engulfed it with the heat of her mouth, Seth couldn’t control the buck of his hips.

Or the shout he bit out. He was about to lose himself in the exquisite sensations when Scarlett slung her leg over his body to position her pussy in over his face.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he bit out before gripping her ass and pulling her down onto his mouth.