Chapter 7
SEVEN
Kirsten
I wake up to a warm, strong body pressed against my back, one arm draped over my waist.
I’ve never spent the night with a guy, and certainly haven’t woken up with one before, but this is nice. Comfortable.
After we made love last night, we showered and ordered a late-night room service snack. Then we talked. About anything and everything. Music, his upcoming tour, moving to New York to go to college, and everything in between.
It was the best night of my life and I don’t know how I’ll move forward without him in it. He seemed reluctant to talk about making a plan for the future, and I’m not sure whether or not I should bring it up again.
Am I just being a clingy teenager?
I don’t think of myself that way because I have a full life. My career is successful even though it’s on hold now because I’m going to college. I have a supportive family, great friends, and a bright future. I don’t need a man in my life.
But I want Sam.
“If you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to be inside you again in about two minutes,” he rumbles in a sexy, sleep-addled voice.
That sounds like fun, despite my nether regions being a little sore.
“Okay,” I tease, wiggling my butt against his groin purposefully this time.
He’s hard.
Like, really hard.
How had I not noticed before now?
He growls, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. There’s a predatory look in his eyes but it doesn’t scare me.
It just makes the spot between my legs flutter with excitement.
I’ve wanted to do it again since last night, but Sam said I needed to give myself a chance to rest, adjust. Whatever that means.
Sore or not, I need to feel that connection again.
“I’m not going to be as gentle today,” he says gruffly.
“Okay.” I smile and wind my arms around his neck. “I’m excited to see less gentle Sam.”
He shakes his head before reaching over to the nightstand and fumbling around for a condom. He manages to get his hand between us and slide it on—and then he’s inside me again.
I’m sore but not so much that it ruins the pleasure it brings me.
“Mmm. I’ve been thinking about this since last time,” I murmur.
He captures my mouth in a soul-bending kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting. Our tongues swirl with a similar rhythm to what he’s doing with his cock, and I’m immediately swept up. He nips my lower lip, capturing it between his teeth and giving a little tug. It’s feral and raw, something I didn’t know could exist outside of a romance novel.
I’m pinned beneath him as we kiss, the length of his cock spearing into me, hips pounding steadily against mine. He grips my thighs and grinds his pelvis against my clit, making my eyes roll back. There’s a bit of tenderness after last night’s coupling, but the pleasure far surpasses any discomfort, and each plunge becomes more and more erratic.
“Come for me, Kirsten—make that tight cunt cream all over my cock.”
If it was anyone else, I might have died of embarrassment, but there’s nothing I won’t let Sam do—or say—when we’re together like this. Besides, my body is spiraling, completely out of my control.
My fingers dig into his arms as a strangled gasp leaves my chest.
“Sam!”
His body stiffens, and then he pumps into me like crazy, my scream practically bouncing off the walls.
“Fuck, Kirsten.” He’s breathing hard, both of us covered in sweat. “You’re incredible.”
“Ditto.”
He rolls off me but pulls me into his chest.
We lay there like that until my bladder screams for mercy.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur, heading into the bathroom.
One look in the mirror and I grimace.
I’d fallen asleep with my makeup on—we showered but I hadn’t wanted to wash it off or get my hair wet—and it’s now smeared and smudged around my eyes.
Crap!
I hurriedly take care of business and then dig my makeup remover out of my bag. He’s seen me without makeup before so that has to be better than the racoon-face I’m currently sporting. I brush my teeth while I’m at it and drag a comb through my tangled hair, wincing at the remnants of hair spray that are making it stick in some places.
Satisfied that I’m at least presentable now, I make my way back to where Sam is propped up on a few pillows, doing something on his phone. When I come into the room his gaze lands on my body and there’s nothing but pure admiration there.
“Damn, baby, I think I’m hard again.”
“I’m all about the sex,” I say, “but you’re going to have to feed me before I’m ready for more.”
“That’s fair. I’m pretty hungry too. Want to go out to breakfast?”
“Sure.” I dig a pair of shorts and a T-shirt out of my overnight bag and start getting dressed, watching as Sam walks across the room naked.
I was too busy feeling to do much looking last night, and he’s almost as gorgeous naked as he is in a tux. I think I prefer him in the tux but naked is good too.
While he’s in the bathroom, I take a minute to text Sydney and let her know our plans. She knew I wouldn’t be home last night, but I’m used to checking in.
“Hey, so let’s get a cab back to my regular hotel, and I can use one of the two rental cars. I already cleared it with the guys.” Since he’s in town recording the new album, the record label rented them two cars to share.
“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”
“I also need to return my tux at some point today and stop by the studio to see what’s going on, though I told them I’m not working. They know I’m spending the day with you.”
“We can do whatever,” I say, giving him a grateful smile. “If you need to work for a few hours, I can?—”
“No.” He interrupts, coming over to me and wrapping an arm around my waist. “This is our time. We won’t get our first time together back again, so we’re going to enjoy it. I can work tomorrow while you’re at school.”
“Sydney wants to know if you want to have dinner with us,” I ask as another text comes in.
“Like I keep saying, I want what you want.”
I lift onto my toes and press my lips to his. “I just want us to be together.”
“Then that’s what we’ll be.”
I reply to Sydney’s text and then turn to him.
“We have forty minutes until we have to check out,” I tease.
His eyebrows lift ever so slightly. “Don’t play with me, Kirsten. You’ll be naked up on the bathroom counter before you finish your sentence.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I ask playfully.
“Bathroom,” he growls.
Why do I love when he gets all bossy and growly?
It’s really hot.
“Now!” He swats me on the ass, and I laugh, hurrying into the bathroom.
This is going to be fun.