Bad for You (Sea Breeze #7)(57)

Krit’s eyes narrowed, then he looked up at his sister. “I’m taking her,” he said, then his arm was around my shoulders and we were walking back to the stage door.

“Where are we going?” I asked, confused. He was on a break.

“Back to the greenroom. I need you alone,” he said as he shoved open the door and led me inside. He took us down a hallway and then opened another door. The lock clicked behind us, and I turned to look around. There were two leather sofas, and a bar with beers and a few bottles of liquor. A flat-screen television was on the far wall, and some signed posters of bands covered the other walls.

“It bothered you,” he said, backing me up to the closest sofa.

“What?”

“The shit they threw at me. You turned away,” he replied, and then grabbed my waist and spun me around so he was sitting on the sofa and pulling me down onto his lap. I had to straddle him in order to sit in the position he wanted me to.

“You touched it.” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

His eyes slanted, and his hands came up to cup my br**sts. “But these are the ones I wanna touch.”

I sucked in a shaky breath and sank down onto his lap. The hard ridge from his erection touched me through only my panties and his jeans as a barrier. I couldn’t stop the pleased sound that escaped me.

“Easy, love. Are you sore?”

I was, but it was a pleasant sore. “Just more sensitive,” I explained.

Krit ran his hands through my hair and wrapped strands around his finger. “I love that I did that. Makes me hard just thinking about it. Being inside you, you were so tight and hot.”

Okay, this naughty talk he seemed to be fond of did it for me. It wasn’t just sensitive—now it was throbbing.

“What I said to you earlier wasn’t because you had just shown me nirvana.” He grinned, and his dimples peeked at me. “I was f**king serious. I. Am. Obsessed. With. You.”

Obsessed. It wasn’t love, but it was more than I had hoped for. More than I had expected. He wanted me. Someone wanted me, and it was someone I wanted more than anything else in the world.

“I’ll learn to deal with the bras and panties thrown at you,” I assured him. “Could you not touch them though?”

A chuckled vibrated against his chest. “I won’t touch them,” he replied. “Didn’t mean to that time. It’s a habit. I wasn’t even thinking.”

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Let’s break that habit,” I said teasingly.

Krit’s hands had been resting on my bare thighs where my skirt had ridden up. One of his hands moved until he was cupping me. “Only panties I care about touching.”

The desire to have him touch me again and feel him inside me was overwhelming. “How much time do we have?” I asked, shifting my hips so that his hand rubbed me.

His eyes lit up. “Not enough time. I can’t.” He swallowed hard. “I need more time with you than what I have left for that.”

Disappointed, I stopped teasing myself with his hand and nodded.

“Oh, hell,” he said, then slipped his hand under my panties and slid a finger inside me.

“Ah!” I cried, grabbing at his shoulders. I hadn’t been prepared for this.

“My girl wants me to give her pleasure, then I’m gonna f**king give her pleasure,” he growled, pulling my head down until his mouth captured mine. His finger began moving inside me, making me light-headed. My hips started moving with him, and I broke the kiss to gasp for air.

“That’s it, ride my hand, baby. Show me how much you want it,” he encouraged me in my ear as I kept my grip on his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

The way his voice dropped and was laced with the same need coursing through me made my frenzy for release even stronger. I loved knowing I affected him. That touching me affected him.

A banging at the door startled me, and I stopped moving as Krit swore and held me tightly to him by wrapping his free hand around my waist. “Not ready yet!” he barked, then turned back to me. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere until you come all over my hand,” he said as he flicked the one spot that seemed to need him most.

“Ah! Yes, Krit, more,” I pleaded, and he pressed his thumb against the swollen are. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids as I chanted his name.

“That’s it, love,” he said as he held me against him, and I struggled to breathe. His hand slowly moved out of my panties. “I love watching you get off,” he said, then slipped his finger into his mouth. The wicked grin on his face made me shiver. He liked tasting me down there, and it should be wrong. It sounded wrong, but it made me feel all tingly.

KRIT

“You’re gonna have to get a grip, dude. This shit ain’t gonna work,” Green started in on me first thing the next morning. “You can’t concentrate on the performance. You f**k in the damn greenroom, and sure, you’ve always done that, but when it was time to go back on, you dropped what you were doing to get out there. I get that you aren’t gonna treat Blythe the way you treated the others. I see that this time it’s different and I’m happy for you. But you’re acting like she’ll disappear. Save f**king her until you get her home and can finish it. When we’re working, we’re working.” Green had been standing in the living room, apparently waiting on me to walk.