She was halfway to the bus and moving fast, but he didn’t have the patience to wait for her to cover the last couple thousand of feet. Instead he caught her from behind, one hand thrusting into her hair and pulling her head back as the other wrapped around her waist. “Don’t be afraid,” he growled as he yanked her against him. After all, he wanted to make her come, not scare her to death. “It’s me.” The startled scream died in her throat and she turned her head so that her face was inches from his. “Ryder? What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” he countered, turning her so that her breasts pressed against his chest. He’d tossed his shirt away during the encore, so that the only thing between them was the thin fabric of her bra and tank top. “Why were you running back to the bus?” “I wanted—” She broke off as his lips skimmed over her cheek. “I thought—”
