Free So I Married a Rockstar by Marina Maddix

of my zipper. I sigh again in response, this time out of delight.
    The fingers of his left hand gently push the fabric down my shoulder, and I swear I can feel the callouses on his fingertips from years of guitar playing. My senses are so heightened that I'm pretty sure I could feel the breeze from a gnat flying by.
    My hands itch to touch him, to do something , but I don't realize they're clenching open and closed until the fingers of one of his big paws intertwines with mine. I can't remember the last time a man held my hand and my gaze is transfixed by the sight.  
    Something wells up inside me, something unexpected and a little frightening. Fury. Not anger, but my entire being feels as if it's turned into a tornado, a whirling vortex of hope and fear and love and hate and...well, pretty much every emotion humans feel.
    Every caress only makes the cyclone inside me more powerful, more terrifying, threatening to spin out of control. I can't just stand here any longer. Turning in his arms, I'm determined to ravage Drax, right here, right now. Enough of this sweet seduction stuff. I need it. I need him.
    Now.
    But when my eyes find his, I freeze. His cool blue irises bely the fire dancing in them. His upper lip is curled like an animal about to attack. I'm the prey and, like a deer caught in headlights, I'm powerless to move.
    Somewhere in my consciousness, I feel the palm of his hand brush my cheek before burying itself in my thick curls but it's taking all my willpower to continue sucking air into my lungs. It was never like this with my ex, Taggart, not even close. What's happening now is like a rocket launch compared to Taggart's sad little sparkler.
    Drax dips his head and my eyelids drop in anticipation. Only then, when the tractor beam of his gaze is broken, do I regain my senses. And, oh boy, are they awesome!
    The heat from his breath warms my lips a fraction of a second before they press against mine, softly at first but with increasing intensity. Our tongues greet each other like old lovers, teasing and dancing together as if they'd been waiting for this moment forever. I dunno, maybe they have.
    Don't be stupid. This is nothing more than a one-night stand. Two, at best. The whisper in the far recesses of my insecure brain tries to push forward and say more but I punch it in the ovaries and send it running into the black. No more thinking tonight. I'm right where I want to be at this very moment and I couldn't be happier. Pepper would be so proud.
    Drax's hands are skimming my arms, tugging the dress down as they go, until my ample breasts bounce free from the restraining fabric. I gasp at the cool air on my overheated skin and thank the universe that I opted for no bra this morning. When his warm hands cup me, I moan, heedless of his bandmates just a few feet away.  
    I'm too busy kissing him to look down but it feels like his thumbs are teasing my nipples into hard peaks. God knows I don't want him to stop so I shimmy the rest of the way out of the dress on my own, kicking it into a corner of the tiny room. Thank goodness I took my boots off after we boarded the bus, because that would have been quite the gymnastics feat.
    I'm already off-balance from the way Drax makes my head spin, so when the bus lurches,   I fall backward onto the bed. Drax tries to catch me, which throws him off balance, too, and he lands right on top of me. Right where I wanted him to be, eventually, but maybe under more romantic circumstances. We both burst out laughing.  
    "You okay?" he snorts, though I can see he's searching my face for any trace of pain. I'm really cracking up -- seriously, it's been a crazy day and I think all that tension is coming out as great big guffaws -- so I can only nod.  
    "Good," he says, his tone changing to something more dangerous. "Because you're right where I want you."
    The laughter dies on my lips as he shifts the length of his body down mine, inch by inch, until his mouth wraps around one of my