Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

just sparks she gave off, it was a conflagration, and the rush was instant and consumed him. The flames devoured him so quickly he didn't have a chance for control and discipline, the two things that had been drilled - beaten
    - stomped into him. No woman should be able to shake his control and take over his body, but the moment he touched Joley's soft skin, felt the whisper of her warm breath against him, the touch of her lips, and tasted her, wild and addicting, he was lost.
    His hands spanned her throat, tilting her head back so he could take her kiss, devour her the way he needed. Music burst through him, perfect notes he rarely heard. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent as the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path.
    Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging into a single, perfect harmony.
    It took him a moment to realize the odd rhythmic note was pounding on the door, not his heart or hers out of sync.
    The problem with them was that everything was exactly in sync. He forced himself to pull back, to breathe through the urgent demands of his body. He had to close his eyes to keep from responding to the naked need in her eyes.
    'Help me here.'
    'You started it.'
    'Someone's at the door.' He put her from him, noting that his hands were shaking. His famous control slipped dangerously around her. He could drown in her eyes if he wasn't careful, and he definitely got lost in the taste and texture of her.
    Joley nodded, her fingers touching her lips. 'I can still feel you - on my mouth - inside me. How do you do that?'
    'I wish I was inside you. I ache like a son of a bitch. This has got to stop.'
    Her smile flashed, just the way he'd known it would. Joley could light up the world. She certainly could chase away the shadows in his.
    'If you keep pushing me away, Ilya, we'll never get it to stop.'
    'Joley!' Brian's voice insisted. 'Open up.'
    Instantly her face changed. 'It's Brian. They're back from the police station.'
    The anxiety in her voice was real enough to slice into Ilya like the razor edge of a knife. He wanted that anxiety for himself - not another man - not even her lead guitarist.
    Joley yanked open the door and actually hauled Brian into the room and, ignoring her own longstanding rule, hugged him tight. 'I was worried about you. Are you all right? They didn't hurt you, did they?'
    Ilya leaned against the wall and observed the expressions chasing across her face. She looked like a fierce angel.
    What did she think? That the cops had used a rubber hose on Brian? The idea was absurd that they would touch him, not as famous as he was. And had she forgotten he'd had a lawyer with him?
    Damn it. He couldn't stay here smoldering and drawing even more attention to himself. With some effort he managed to look and walk normally as he slipped past them. To his annoyance, Joley didn't do more than wave as he shut the door.
    Brian watched Ilya go, a slight frown on his face as he turned back to Joley. 'I'm fine. It was uncomfortable, but we got through it.'
    'I'm so sorry I asked you to talk to Dean in the first place. I should have done it.'
    'It didn't help that we had an argument right before someone murdered him, but I've never owned a gun in my life and don't even know how to fire one.' Brian shrugged. 'I just told the truth. I told them you'd asked me to speak to him about the missing girl and inviting teens to parties and hoped they believed me.'
    'The cops told Jerry we can do the show tonight,' Brian added with some relief. 'They let us both go. I got here as fast as I could to do the sound check and Jerry's ordered the crew to break everything down fast after the show so we can get on the road as soon as possible.' Brian ran both hands through his hair. 'Man, I freaked when the FBI agent showed up.'
    'FBI?' Joley echoed. 'What's that about?'
    'Branscomb said they were a small town and the local FBI was giving them a hand.' Brian sighed. 'I never want to do that again. They asked me the same questions over and over, and I began to think I was saying something wrong.'
    'What exactly did happen between you and Dean?' Joley asked. 'Tish didn't want me