Never Say Never by Kailin Gow Page A

broke up?” I couldn't help asking. “You're not together anymore?”
                “You
could say that.”
                So,
Danny had already dissolved one band due to a break-up....
                “Nobody
wanted to be in that band anymore,” Danny said. “Not after...” He took a
breath. “Neve, Peyton died this time last year. Car crash.”
                So
that was Danny Blue's secret. The secret that made those gorgeous blue eyes
fill with pain and rage and darkness. The source of his tears, of his haunting
music.      
                I
was torn between sadness and relief – grief for Danny's grief, and shameful,
ecstatic relief....that Danny wasn't with anyone else, that Peyton was a thing
of the past. I flushed, ashamed at my own thoughts, trying to make sense of how
I felt.
                “I'm
so sorry, Danny...” I was holding him, hugging him as I would hug Luc or Kyle
when I wanted to comfort him, “Danny, I didn't know.”
                He
reached up and grabbed my hand, hard. For a moment I thought he was pushing me
away. And then I saw the hard, naked look of desire in his eyes.
                “I
can't take this another second, Neve,” he said in a hoarse voice, grabbing me
by the wrists and leading me back inside, into the elevator.
                “Where
are you going?” I looked up at him, confused. “What are we doing?”
                “We've
got to do something about this, Neve. Get it out of our systems. Before it gets
the better of both of us. We have to resolve this – or else we're never going
to be able to concentrate. If we just act on it – get it out of the way – maybe
we won't....Neve, since Peyton died I haven't so much looked at another girl. I
haven't wanted to. But with you – I feel something. This chemistry… I can’t
stand it.” He pressed me against the elevator walls, his lips slamming against
mine. “If these bloody elevators don't hurry up I swear I'm not accountable for
whatever happens next.”
                I
could feel my own body tensed, set aflame by his desire.
                The
elevator opened and Danny rushed me down the corridor, hurriedly unlocking the
suite door.
                “What
comes next?” I asked, my voice trembling.
                He
locked the door behind us, his eyes glittering with longing, with the force of
his need. He wanted me – I wanted him – and in that moment I couldn't think,
couldn't concentrate on anything but how much I wanted him. He pulled me into
the bedroom, pressing his lips on mine, his body against mine so tight that I
could feel just how much he wanted me, just how much I wanted him...his kisses
were hungry, desperate; my hands slid into his hair, gripping at him as I
pulled him closer to me. I had wanted this for so long – wanted to kiss him, to
run my hands up and down his tantalizingly chiseled chest.
                Forget
the damn rules, I thought to myself. Technically, this isn't
dating...we've never been on a date.
                Then
his top was on the floor – he was lifting my blouse over my head, kissing my
breasts, pushing me back on the bed as I shuddered with pleasure, his mouth
trailing from my navel to the top of my thigh. “You're more beautiful than I
imagined,” he groaned. “But I wonder...how do you taste...”
                The
rational part of my brain told me I should hold back, figure out what was going
on, clarify expectations, or just bloody run away before things got
messy.
                I
told the rational part of my brain to shut the hell up.
                “Chemistry,
huh?” was all I could say.
                “I
told you...we had to resolve it, one way or the other.” He murmured against my
neck. “Get it out of the way. For the band, remember?” he