He takes a step towards the back door. "You staying to watch the headliners or you heading back to the bus?"
There isn't a single part of me that wants to stay. Not with the way Ethan is looking at me like he wants to throw me against the tour bus, slide my jeans and panties to my knees, and fuck me until I'm screaming his name.
Dammit, get ahold of yourself, Violet. The man threw you away. Are you really going to throw yourself at him again?
The band is playing in San Francisco the day after tomorrow. We're leaving after the show tonight and driving through the night to skip the traffic.
"I should start on that work." I slide my hands into the back pockets of my jeans so I won't reach out and touch Ethan. "Mal said he left his laptop."
Ethan nods. "Sure. This way." He presses his palm to my lower back then he leads me out the door.
The air outside is cool. The sky is dark. I take a deep breath and try my best to exhale slowly.
I can't move forward with Ethan yet, even if he is acting like the Ethan I fell in love with and not like the obnoxious playboy rock star who uses girls like me.
He nods to the roadies and various hangers-on smoking by the side door. They nod back in an of course Ethan is bringing a girl back to the bus already, attaboy kind of way.
The bus is only a few dozen feet away. There are metal barricades farther out. At the moment, there are only a few fans hanging by them.
Ethan throws a wave in their direction, then he leads me onto the unmarked black tour bus.
Ethan nods to a laptop on the kitchen table. He closes the door then leans against a bunk bed. "You really come here to work, Vi?"
"What else would I be doing?"
"Getting me alone."
"I don't…"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren't thinking about unzipping my jeans." His eyes bore into mine. "Tell me you aren't thinking about coming on my fingers."
I am now. I swallow hard. "Aren't we trying to be friends?"
"Can't be friends with you if you're gonna look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm the only thing you've ever wanted."
There's no way I can stop looking at Ethan with lust in my eyes. "Same goes for you."
"I can't." Ethan moves closer. "You look amazing with that haircut." His fingers skim my bare shoulder. "It's like you're offering your neck to me."
I swallow hard.
"You still like being bitten?"
"Yes."
Every inch of my body is on fire. Ethan's breath is warm. His fingers are calloused but his touch is soft. I want those lips everywhere. I want those fingers everywhere.
Kissing Ethan is a bad idea. But my mind isn't working here.
My hand is already moving to his chest. Then my fingers are on his skin. I trace the lines of his chest-piece tattoo.
He leans down and presses his forehead to mine. His eyes go wide with intention.
I know that look.