I didn’t have a clue what I was wearing and I was too scared to look down and check.
“If you look that good every morning, we’re seriously gonna have to rethink this thing,” I grumbled as I snuggled into the pillow, trying to hide as much of my face as possible.
He shook his head. “No can do, you threw up on me, there’s no backing out now.”
My eyes widened and I froze.
“I did what now?”
He smirked. “Puked.” He grinned. “Everywhere.”
I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
Making a fool of myself, level one hundred.
“All down my front,” he carried on. “My fault really, I wasn’t quick enough.”
I could feel my cheeks staining bright red and I turned to bury my face in his pillow again.
“Then you and the toilet went a couple of rounds, and Bob’s your uncle,” he finished. I could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Fuck my life,” I muttered back. “I’ll clean it up, the bathroom and your clothes,” I promised. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all good, I took care of it already.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. It would appear that he’d taken care of everything, me included.
I turned so I could see him – haggard appearance be damned. He was looking at me with warm eyes and a wide smile. He didn’t look pissed off or disgusted in the slightest.
“You should have just stuck me in a cab and sent me home.”
His eyes narrowed and turned hard. “There is no way in hell that I’d ever leave you alone in that state,” he half growled at me. “Not a chance in fucking hell.”
My pulse raced. “Why not?” I asked timidly.
This conversation was veering into new territory for us. We both knew it, but it was time we talked about what this thing going on between us was.
I was falling for this man, hard. And not because he was a famous singer who’d wooed me on a world stage… although that certainly didn’t hurt, but because he was kind and sweet, and caring and protective.
And sexy as hell.
I noticed for the first time that he was shirtless. I’d missed this view of Parker. I hadn’t seen all of him since the time we’d shared at my place.
Well, not that I can remember anyway.
He was magnificent. He really was a work of art. The tattoos covering nearly every inch of his flesh made him more defined and masculine. He would have been glorious to look at without them, but with all that ink, he was on a whole other level.
I licked my lips absently as I trailed my eyes over the designs and pictures.
“Why not?” he demanded, repeating my question and pulling me back to our conversation.
I nodded my head slowly and forced my eyes back up to his face.
“Because you’re my girl,” he replied, exasperated. “And I’ll take care of you no matter what, Charlotte. Even if that means holding your hair back while you puke.”
My heart thumped in my chest.
“And I will never, and you better fuckin’ hear me when I say never, leave you when you’re vulnerable.”
His eyes had softened despite the warning tone in his voice.
“Hell, I have enough trouble being away from you when I know you’re tucked up safe in your bed.”
“I’m your girl?” I breathed, so shocked I could barely speak.
“You wrecked my favourite Rolling Stones shirt, so you damn well better be.”
Holy shit.
I could have sprung up off the bed and happy danced the day away at this news.
Wow.
“Quarter of the population is in love with my boyfriend… I’m not sure how I feel about that,” I teased.
“Pffft,” he scoffed. “More like half.”
His reply was light hearted, but I didn’t miss the heat that flashed through his eyes at the mention of being my boyfriend.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted a man in my entire life. And I wanted him right now.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, stroking a soft path down the side of my face with the tip of his finger.
Read my mind.
But there was no way I was doing this without a shower and some stolen toothpaste and he obviously knew that as well as I did.
I grimaced.
He gestured to the door off to the side of his bedroom. “Take all the time you need,” he replied with a smirk.
The water shut off and my heart rate sped up in anticipation. I knew she wouldn’t be long now – she had nothing clean in there to put on.
I shifted uncomfortably, getting harder just at the mere thought of it.
Charlotte had the body of my dream girl.
Who am I kidding? She is my dream girl…
The series of events that had led me to her were nothing short of coincidental. I could have easily gone to a different club that night, but I didn’t… I could have gone to a hotel with a groupie, but I didn’t… I could have stayed in V.I.P. and never laid eyes on her, but I didn’t.
Fate handed me an opportunity when it brought Charlotte onto my radar, and I wasn’t giving her up without one hell of a fight.
The door from my bathroom creaked and I sat up straighter against my solid wood head board.
God damn.
Charlotte stepped out, the light from the bathroom pooling around her in the still-dim room.
She was wearing nothing but a white towel. Her hair was a damp mass, pulled to the side, and her face was clean from any makeup. Charlotte may have been a talented makeup artist, but she didn’t need any of it – she was a natural beauty.
So damn gorgeous.
The scent of her raspberry shampoo wafted towards me.
Pure heaven.
“You have my shampoo,” she stated with a hint of question in her tone.
I shrugged. “I told you I liked the way you smelt.”
She laughed softly and shook her head. “You are so lucky I’m not put off by all of your crazy.”
I’m lucky alright.
“You just gonna stand there all day or are you bringing that sweet little ass of yours over here?”
“You gonna say please, or do I need to teach you some manners, rock star?” She smirked.
She didn’t move an inch.
“Please bring that sexy little ass over here,” I amended.
“See, was that so hard?” she teased as she strolled towards the bed.
“I can tell you something that is hard.”
“Always so crass, Mr. Sloan, what would the world think if they knew you had such a filthy mouth?”
I expected her to stop short of the bed, or sit timidly on the side. But no, not Charlotte, she came straight up to me, straddled my hips and sat right down in my lap.
That action alone nearly had me losing my mind.
“I don’t think anyone would be too surprised by that,” I murmured as I got more and more distracted by the sight in front of me.
The swell of her breasts peeking out of the top of her towel was so damn sexy. Her skin was warm and flushed as I traced the outline with my fingertip.
“That tickles,” she whispered.
“What about this?” I asked as I leaned forward and kissed along her collarbone.
She sighed. “That feels good,” she replied, her voice soft and breathy.
“And this?” I asked against her soft skin as I moved higher to the spot just below her ear.
She moaned and I took it as a sign I should carry on.
I swept her hair back out of the way, and continued kissing, nibbling and sucking every patch of skin I came across, taking my time worshipping every inch of her.
“Parker,” she moaned.
I got even harder at the sound of my name falling from her lips.
I trailed my way back down towards her towel. I looked back up at her, waiting for her approval to remove it.
She held my gaze and reached down to loosen it of
God damn.
I couldn’t imagine ever becoming immune to the sight in front of me. She was perfect in my eyes. There was just something about this little woman that drove me past the point of insanity.
I could feel my dick straining against my boxer briefs – I was so hard it was becoming uncomfortable.
I shuffled her back and before I got the chance to pull down the waistband, Charlotte’s hands were there, doing it for me.
I’d been so careful with her last time – she was so small and fragile, I’d barely even moved inside her.
I wasn’t one to brag, but I knew I had a big dick – it wasn’t like I was inexperienced with women, and I’d had more than a few comments about the size of my junk.
But looking at Charlotte and her tiny little body, I found myself wishing for the first time ever that I wasn’t so well endowed.
I wanted to be able to take her however I felt like taking her. I wasn’t exactly known for my restraint… as a general rule, I liked sex rough, hard and fast.
None of those three things had been on the menu last time, but surprisingly, I came harder and faster than I could ever remember doing.
I looked at Charlotte in wonder.
There is just something about you, woman.
I hissed as she grasped my hard length in her tiny hand and worked it up and down. My head fell back in pleasure as I let her take charge.
She made a little moan of satisfaction and I couldn’t keep my hands off her any longer.
Her perfect breasts were bouncing with her movements and proving why they were one of my favourite parts of her body.
I dipped my head to kiss her creamy skin before sucking on one of her nipples.
“That feels so good.” Her voice was breathy and soft as she arched her back, giving me easier access.
I cupped her breasts, one in each hand and kissed, sucked and nibbled at anything my mouth came into contact with.
She worked my dick faster and began grinding herself against my thighs, looking to gain some friction. I knew I was doing a damn fine job of whipping Charlotte into a frenzy.
I wonder if I could make her come like this…
“Could you come like this, legs?” I murmured to her.
Her eyes were closed now, as though she was in deep concentration. “Mmmm hmmm,” she moaned.
I’ll take that as a yes.
I went back to my work until she was writhing on top of me. She was right there on the edge, but just couldn’t fall off the cliff.
“So close…” she whispered.
I reached down between us and slipped my hand between her legs. She was so ready for me. My dick throbbed at the thought of being inside her but I was going to make him wait his turn. This was about Charlotte right now, not me.
I found her sensitive nub and rubbed my calloused thumb against it.
That small amount of contact was all it took for her to come apart entirely.
She let out a moan that made my dick jump.
“Parker,” she breathed as her head fell forward onto my shoulder.
I need in.
Right now.
I gently lay her on her back on the bed and reached for a condom from the drawer. I sheathed myself as fast as I could before flipping Charlotte onto her stomach and slipping in between her legs.
“You okay, baby?” I asked. I lifted her hips up so she was on all fours and lined up to push inside her.
She made some kind of incoherent mumble and I couldn’t help but grin to myself.
Charlotte was still firmly in pleasure town.
I ran my hand over her smooth back and pushed in, in one firm stroke.
Charlotte cried out and I stilled inside her.
Fuck… is she hurt?
“Oh. My. God,” she panted. “That feels so good.”
I grunted my approval before dragging my dick nearly all the way out and slamming back into her.
I knew I was being too rough, but Charlotte wasn’t complaining and I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop for any other reason.
Shit that feels so incredible.
I picked up speed, chasing my release already. She had me so damn wound up I wasn’t going to need long.
“Rock star…” she panted. “Oh god…”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one losing control. I thrust into her again and came with a growl, spurting hot and hard into the condom.
She cried out as she reached climax for a second time and slumped forward onto the bed.
I followed her, falling to the side and tugging her against my body. We lay together silently for a few minutes, our laboured breathing the only sound.
“That was… that was…” she stuttered. “I don’t even know what the hell that was.” She finally decided.
“You told me to ‘rock your world’…” I chuckled as I tried to catch my breath.
She covered her face with her hands. “Oh no… I’m never drinking again.”
“You said that already.”
“I mean it!” she insisted.
I kissed her temple. “Don’t say that, you’re a real entertainer with a few vodkas under your belt.”
She groaned again and buried her face in my chest. “I hope no photographers caught sight of me last night.”
“Nope.” I chuckled. “Sammy had you covered, legs.”
I waited to see if she remembered her concern for my burly security guard or the way she’d smothered him half to death with her excessive talking and affection.
“Oh nooooo,” she groaned.
There it is.
I laughed long and loud, shaking her small frame with the action.
“Oh yes,” I confirmed.
“You’re going to have to fire him,” she announced. “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.”
“Don’t sweat it, Little Red, next time maybe just a few less vodkas.” I chuckled.
“And down there is where Sammy lives.” I pointed to the staircase that led downstairs.
She tilted her head to the side. “He lives with you?” she asked in surprise.
“Sure does,” I confirmed as we arrived back in the living area.
I’d shown her my whole place, top to bottom. It was a nerve-wracking thing for me – this was not at all the norm for me, but much to my relief, Charlotte had loved it. She was especially intrigued and impressed with my studio.
“So, he’s here right now?” She winced, obviously remembering her antics from last night.
I smirked and nodded. “He’s got a whole self-contained flat down there. Everything he needs… but him and I, we mainly keep to ourselves.” I chuckled.
“Good,” she mumbled, her face flushed red.
“I didn’t think I’d ever need live-in security, but I’ll tell you, one crazy-ass fan scaling the side of the house and climbing in through a second storey window is enough to make you re-evaluate things,” I mused.
Charlotte chortled. “I suppose she was naked, waiting on the bed for you, was she?” She joked, her voice thick with sarcasm.
Exactly right.
I shot her a ‘hit the nail on the head’ look.
She burst out laughing. “Oh, you’re kidding me? That’s hilarious.”
I chuckled and ran my hand through my hair. “I had to call Sammy to come and sort her out… we started the remodel downstairs the next day.”
She shook her head and laughed.
I smiled as I watched her. Her long red hair moved around as she giggled and her cheeks flushed with colour.
She’s so beautiful.
Her laughter had quickly become one of my favourite sounds, and I cursed myself for not being a funnier guy – if I was, I could have listened to her laugh all day long.
“So…” She glanced around and shrugged nervously. “How many women have you given this tour to?”
“Not counting my break-in stalker?” I joked.
She smirked. “Not counting.”
“One,” I answered honestly. “Well, two now.” I winked at her.
Charlotte cocked a surprised brow and waited for me to explain.
I decided to let her squirm for a moment.
“So, who was the lucky lady?” she prompted when I didn’t answer.
I could tell she was dying to know.
“Nona,” I replied with a smirk.
She smiled fondly at the mention of my grandmother before surprise took over her face again. “Seriously? You’ve never brought a girlfriend or whatever here?”
I shook my head. “Hell no, you ever heard of clingers?”
Rule one. No crazies in the house.
“Where did you take them then?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side. She was still twirling a long strand of dark-red hair around and around her finger.
I knew she was letting her curiosity get the better of her, and I doubted she actually wanted to hear the answer, but I couldn’t just ignore her question.
“Hotels,” I answered.
She flinched.
I felt like an ass, but it was the truth. “Sorry, legs, but you shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t want to know the answers to… I won’t lie to spare your feelings – you’ll always get the truth from me.”
She nodded in acknowledgement of what I was telling her.
“But then why am I here?” she asked quietly as she looked around my home again with a slight rise and fall of her shoulders.
I took her hand in mine. “Because you’re not like any other girl I’ve ever met. You’re different, Charlotte… you don’t belong in some seedy hotel room… you belong here with me.”
She giggled nervously and stepped forward into me so she could bury her face in my chest.
“Damn you, Parker Sloan… you certainly know how to make a girl feel special,” she murmured against my shirt.
Nailed it.
“It’s only for you, legs.”
She tipped her head back and smiled up at me. “I’m already swooning, okay, you can stop.”
I chuckled and swept the loose strands of hair away from her pretty face. “Sorry.” I placed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s hard, ya know? Sometimes I forget just how charming I really am.”
She laughed and I felt that beautiful sound right down to my bones.
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