Not about to make herself vulnerable if the person was a drunk or otherwise aggressive, she padded out quietly and put her eye to the peephole—to see the last person she’d expected. Wrenching open the door when Fox went to pound again, she said, “What are you doing?” through clenched teeth. “You’ll wake everyone on the floor.”

Striding inside, he watched her close the door, then imprisoned her against it by slamming his hands palms-down on either side of her body, six feet four inches of pissed-off male. “What the fuck, Molly? You blow me off after the show and now you lock me out?”

Instead of being intimidated, she shoved at his chest. The fact it was a futile effort only ratcheted up her anger. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” Her eyes burned with furious tears. Blinking them back, she said, “You looked plenty busy at the bar!”

“Seriously? A groupie sneaks into the hotel with the intention of getting into any bed she can, and you—”

“And I what?” She thudded her fists against his shoulders. “I shouldn’t wonder what the hell you were doing the hours I was at the site?”

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her arms above her head with one big hand. He gripped her chin with the other, the green of his irises violent and his breath hot against her skin as he said, “You trust me, that’s what you do!”

Kicking out at him, Molly tried to wrench away but he pressed his body so close that she couldn’t move. “Trust you?” She sucked in ragged gasps of air. “Why? What do I know about rock stars?”

“I don’t fucking care. You know about me!” It was a growl. “I made a promise and I don’t break my promises.” His kiss was a wild storm, his mouth demanding her response.

A red haze across her vision, she bit him on that luscious lower lip. Hard enough to hurt. Pulling away with a hiss, he shook his head. “That was not a good idea, baby.”

Dark and low and rough, his warning rasped over her skin. “What,” she said, hating that she was still so susceptible to him, “your little playmate didn’t scratch your itch?”

His fingers tightened on her wrists, his other hand curling around her throat. “Don’t push me.”

She could almost see him throttling back his temper, and it infuriated her that he could remain in control while she was falling apart, hot, angry tears rolling down her cheeks despite her every attempt to rein them in. “I’m not the one being pushy!” Twisting in his hold, her chest heaving, she was angrily aware of his jean-clad cock shoving against her abdomen. “If you think I’ll let you in me after you’ve been inside her—”

His temper snapped with a snarl, his mouth slamming down on hers and his hand shifting to hold her jaw so she couldn’t bite him again. Molly sent her knee up between his legs instead. Blocking her by pressing his body against hers, he thrust his hand into her robe, palming her breast with blunt possessiveness—as if he had the right to handle her however and whenever he liked. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“I didn’t want to talk to you, that’s why.” Molly twisted again but only managed to open her robe even more. “You let her touch you!” Images assaulted her of that woman’s fingers on his chest, her skanky breasts rubbing against his arm.

“Shit, Molly, people think they can touch us all the time.” Tugging the loosened belt of her robe all the way open, he ran his hand down her otherwise nude body to squeeze her hip. “If I’d wanted her, I wouldn’t still be in the clothes I was wearing after the show, and I damn well wouldn’t have been at the bar keeping an eye out for you. I’d be in my room feeding her my cock.”

Giving an aggravated scream, she managed to wrench a hand free and slapped it on his chest, shoving hard. “You think that’s going to make me feel better?”

He released her all at once. Picking her up in an effortless move before she could take advantage of her freedom, he dumped her on her back on the bed. The robe gaped around her and when he came down over her, she felt him on every inch of exposed flesh. And his raw, masculine scent, it was pure Fox, no hint of the groupie. Her body surged to erotic life. Shoving his hand between them, he began to undo his fly. “Say no, Molly.” Harsh words. “Say no right fucking now if you want me to stop.”

Thrusting her hands into his hair instead, she pulled him down to her, ravaging his mouth as he ravaged hers. Teeth and tongue and fury, it was as much a fight as a kiss. The fact her body was liquid for him only enraged her further. Sucking on her tongue, his knuckles brushing against her clit before the blunt head of his cock did the same, Fox pushed up her thigh and shoved inside her in a single push.

She screamed into the kiss, her hands clawing at his back through his T-shirt while her body rocketed out of control. His mouth dropping to her neck, the lip ring grazing her skin, he bit down hard enough to leave a serious mark… and Molly’s orgasm tore her to pieces in a violent pulse that had her muscles locking around his cock. One hand tight in her hair, Fox pulled out and shoved deep again, and then he came and came inside her.

The first thing Fox did after his brain started functioning again was push up and look down into Molly’s face. “I lost my temper. Tell me if I hurt you.” The idea that he might have was a chunk of ice inside him. Never had he spun that out of control with a woman. That it had been Molly who’d borne the brunt of his temper? Fuck.

“No,” she said, and tried to turn her head aside, but he cradled her face with one hand, forced her to hold the agonizing intimacy of the eye contact, their bodies still locked together.

“Tell me the truth, baby.”

“You didn’t hurt me.” Naked vulnerability, confusion, the remnants of anger in those brown eyes that couldn’t lie, but no pain. “I was with you all the way.”

Blowing out a shuddering breath, he pressed down on his forearms, his hair falling across his forehead. “Now we’re going to talk.”

Fine tremors ran over Molly’s skin, each a kick to Fox’s gut. “This isn’t my world,” she said. “I don’t know the rules.”

“There’s only one rule you need to know with me.” The embers of his temper glowing to life again at the reminder she’d doubted him, his voice came out a growl. “I won’t fuck around on you while we’re together. I told you that at the start and nothing’s changed.”

“I believe you.” Her long, dark lashes lowered, rose again, her pupils deep ebony. “If I didn’t, I would’ve said no. I was just…” Right when he thought she’d finally admit that there was no way in hell this had ever been, or could ever be, a temporary affair, she said, “I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“Don’t be sorry you let me see you.” Fighting with Molly wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but he’d damn well take her anger over icy distance. “Don’t you ever apologize for that.”

Molly broke the eye contact once more, her throat moving as she swallowed. “We should shower. We’re both sweaty from today. You need to…” Cheeks flushing, she shifted her hips in a silent reminder that he remained buried in her.

He could sense her pulling away emotionally in spite of their sexual entanglement, shaken by the visceral power of the minutes past. “I’m not done with you yet.” Possessive fury continuing to thunder through him, Fox opened his mouth over hers, slid his tongue between her lips, and began to use his intimate knowledge of her body to seduce her.

 If sex was all she’d give him, then he’d damn well use it to tie her to him until she could never again think of walking away. Fingers clenching on the rucked-up sheets, Molly moaned in the back of her throat as he flexed his hips in a lazy movement. “Not nearly done.”

Wrapping herself tightly in the robe again after they finally had that shower, Molly ordered room service for them both from the twenty-four-hour hotel kitchen. She was still wrecked from the smoldering heat of their second time together that night. Fox had wanted to make a point, and he’d made it with a relentless concentration that had left her shuddering in ecstasy, his body her only anchor.