Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance by Annette Fields Page A

shocked tone.
    “A little of this, a little of that,” he replied evasively. “Out of respect to my past partners, I don’t kiss and tell.” His fingers traced a line from her hip to her chin, where he cupped her face and stared intensely into her eyes. “I will tell you I’m not a womanizer. Whether casual or serious, I’ve always been honest with my intentions.”
    “What are your intentions with me?”
    In a flash, Torsten grabbed both of her wrists and straddled her, pinning her down. He brought his mouth down on hers, snaking his tongue between her lips. She writhed in protest against him, but her tongue danced with his eagerly. The submissive position thrilled her, sending an electrifying jolt down her spine. 
    He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, then broke away “I want you on my arm after every show and naked in my bed every night.” He released her wrists and trailed his fingers down her arms to her collarbone, where he planted another kiss. “I want to drink from your gorgeous pussy every day like it’s the fountain of youth. I want to feel you come all over my face.” His lips returned to hers and he whispered against them, “I want to see you happy, and not stressed or worried for once in your life. “
    Helena found herself floored, unable to speak. No man ever said anything like that to her before. But the doubts still nagged. Could she fully trust this man, let alone any man?
    “What happens after this tour?” She finally asked the question that plagued her since he offered her to come along for the ride. 
    “Part of that is up to you.” He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow. Helena tried to not stare at his flexed bicep. Or shoulder. “If you like working with me, being with me, why ruin a good thing? If you’re sick of me after six weeks, you at least had the adventure of a lifetime.”
    “And if you get sick of me?” 
    He paused to chew his lower lip, watching her watch him as he did. “Somehow I don’t think that’ll happen.” 
    “That’s a bold estimate.” 
    He shrugged. “Living with your ex and being cooped up traveling with him and two other men means I’ve seen it all. And what I’ve seen is nowhere near as pretty as you.” 
    Helena blushed at the compliment. He doled them out like candy to children, something she wasn’t used to. She considered asking for examples but figured she’d be better off not knowing what four men did traveling across several countries. 
    Eager to change the subject, she asked, “How did you end up living with Lars?” 
    For the first time, his relaxed, not-giving-a-fuck demeanor disappeared. He visibly tensed up, every hair on his body bristling, ready for a fight. His heavy, sleepy eyes jerked wide open and alert. He tore them away from Helena. 
    “Just a rough childhood.” His voice was casual, but his body language gave away his discomfort. 
    Helena’s brow furrowed in concern as she looked at him. She regretted making him uncomfortable, but his reaction made her curious. 
    “How so?” she pressed. 
    He smiled sadly at her. “That’s a question you don’t want the answer to, love.” 
    She pressed her lips into a thin line, feeling a bubble of frustration surfacing. “If I’m getting to know you, shouldn’t that include your past?”
    “Absolutely. Maybe I’ll tell you one day. But my life before age thirteen is something I’ve been trying to get away from ever since I escaped it.” 
    Her mouth dropped slightly. “Escaped?” She imagined the worst. 
    “I was essentially on Death’s doorstep. Lars and his family quite literally saved my life.” He began to relax again, sinking into Helena’s mattress. “It’s great song material, but abstract metaphors are the only way I can talk about it.” 
    “I’m... sorry.”
    “Don’t be, love. Come here.” 
    Helena scooted toward him until she curled up against his chest. She nestled into his warmth as his arms enveloped her