“Smooth,” Steve said with a laugh.

When Logan finally settled, he squeezed Toni’s hand. “Damn, woman,” he said under his breath, “are you trying to kill me?”

She closed her eyes to keep the threatening tears from spilling. “I understand,” she whispered.

“You understand what?”

“That you don’t want anything to do with me.”

He knocked on her skull with his knuckles. “I thought you were supposed to be smart up here.”

She opened her eyes to find him grinning at her. “What do you mean?”

He leaned close and whispered, “I’ll teach you anything you want to know. When would you like to start?”

Now, her body demanded. Unfortunately, her brain didn’t agree with that degree of spontaneity and inhibition. “As soon as we can be alone,” she whispered.

“Do you want to skip the radio interview?”

Yes, her body demanded. Unfortunately her brain realized they both had a job to do and that job didn’t include her learning how to give oral pleasure.

She sighed. “We can’t.”

He echoed her sigh. “You’re right. After the interview we have to travel to the venue for tonight’s performance. Once we get there, there’ll be sound check, then a meet and greet, dinner, and then the show followed by the after-party. Maybe I can call in sick. The band doesn’t really need a bassist. We’re highly overrated.”

She chuckled at his willingness to teach her. She was starting to believe she’d had an excellent idea. After he taught her how to please him with her mouth, she could request additional tutorials. Then maybe when they parted, she could find a boyfriend. Though she’d really like to be Logan’s girl, she knew he’d lose interest in her pretty quickly. And that was understandable. They were from completely different worlds. And she wasn’t exactly the kind of woman who rock stars dated. Or judging from past experience, the kind of girl who anyone dated.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

She tried to stop grinning like a fool, but couldn’t help it. “Nope. I’m just glad you agreed to this.”

Now he was the one laughing. “Yeah, teaching you to suck my dick is such a hardship.” He stroked her hair from her face with one hand and kissed her temple. She smiled in bliss until she noticed everyone was now staring at them. Dare in particular looked pissed.

Reluctantly she tugged away from Logan and sat with her hands in her lap. Her behavior obviously disturbed them all. She wouldn’t want to do something to get herself booted from their entourage. She was here to work, after all, not get involved with their bass player.

“How do you guys do all this day after day?” Toni asked. “You must be exhausted.”

“We run on pure adrenaline,” Dare said. “That’s why we crash so hard at night.”

“The guys get every fourth day off,” Butch said, as if that was pampering them.

“And I will not be moving from my hotel bed for a full twenty-four hours,” Logan said. He leaned closer to Toni and whispered, “I hope you’ll join me.”

She flushed. She couldn’t help it. She would very much like to spend twenty-four hours in bed with him but couldn’t fathom what they could possibly do to entertain themselves for that long. Watch TV? Maybe he had some ideas.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“That I wouldn’t know what to do with you for twenty-four hours.”

He grinned devilishly. “I need far more than twenty-four hours to do all the things I want to do with you.”

His lips brushed the side of her neck, and she sucked in a shaky breath.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “There are so many things I want to show you, Toni. Teach you.”

“Yes,” was the only word she could manage.

“Logan,” Reagan said, “will you give the woman some breathing room? She looks a little overwhelmed.”

Toni wanted to hide under the seat. She hadn’t realized all the limo occupants were staring at them. And here she’d been contemplating ripping off her shirt and clinging to Logan’s thick hair as he sucked her throbbing breasts. She forced her body to move so that there were several inches between them.

Logan scowled at Reagan. “Seriously? If Trey was here, you’d be all over him.”

“Well, he isn’t, so it’s a nonissue.”

“You’d better get that stiffy under control before we get to the radio station,” Steve advised, shaking his head at Logan’s disgrace.

“I was working on that before Reagan interrupted.”

Toni’s gaze dropped to Logan’s crotch. Oh my, he was hard. She had no idea what possessed her to grab it right there in front of everyone. Logan produced a sound, half groan, half whimper. He covered her bold hand with his and squeezed.

The limo pulled to a halt. The rest of the band scrambled out as if the car was on fire. Had she embarrassed them? She’d certainly embarrassed herself.

Logan was still holding her hand against the hard, thick ridge in his pants when he headed for the door. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he called, yanked the door shut, and locked it.

Turning to Toni, the sole occupant in the limo, he said, “You’re in trouble, lamb.”

Toni swallowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just . . . wanted it.”

She ran her hand up and down the length of his penis beneath the denim. She still wanted it.

“You can’t grab it like that and not expect me to fuck you immediately.”

Her mouth went dry and she forced her gaze to his, seeking the daring she hadn’t realized dwelled within her. “Maybe that’s why I grabbed it. So you’d f-fuck me.” She couldn’t believe those words had escaped her mouth. Saying them caused moisture to surge from her suddenly throbbing pussy. The tender soreness there had been distracting her most of the morning, but now something entirely more distracting was building between her thighs.

“Take your panties off.”

She glanced around. The limo was empty and the windows were tinted black. Still . . . “Here?”

“Give them to me.”

She hesitated and then reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. She handed them to Logan and stared at him with wide eyes.

“Are you wet?”

“I don’t know.”

His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She tensed.

“Let me,” he said, his voice low and completely in control. She got lost in his gaze and opened her thighs as far as she could in her knee-length skirt.

His hand moved higher. Higher. His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped.

“Yes,” he said. “You are. Tell me that you’re wet.”

“I’m wet, Logan. For you.”

“Damn, what that does to me,” he groaned under his breath. He teased her opening with one fingertip until she was rocking her hips against his hand.

“Oh.” Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled. “Deeper, Logan. Inside.”

His finger slipped inside her a mere inch. He caught her gasp in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. That was the only thing he was doing deeply. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to plunge his finger into her.

He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her throat. “You deserve better than this,” he murmured. “You deserve better.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Please don’t reject me, Logan. Not now. I couldn’t bear it.

“Forgive me, lamb,” he whispered.

Her heart panged unpleasantly. Breath strangled in her throat. Then don’t hurt my feelings. I’ll have nothing to forgive.

He rubbed his lips over her cheek. “Forgive me for not being strong enough to wait. All I can think about is how much I want to bury myself inside this sweet, wet pussy.”

He slipped his finger deep, and she shuddered with bliss. He wanted her. Maybe as much as she wanted him.

“You deserve to be treated with gentleness. And patience.”

“No,” she sputtered. “That’s not what I want.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “It’s not?”

She shook her head. “I like that I turn you on. That you’ve talked me out of my panties and have your finger inside me in the back of a limo. I even like that everyone knows what we’re probably doing in here.”