Chapter 4
The taxi ride to Lewis’s hotel was far too long. I’d never known desperation like that, stuck in traffic in a confined space with the man I just needed to jump, but all I could do was sit on my hands before I gave the poor taxi driver a free show.
The elevator wouldn’t have been much better, but the second the doors closed, we were blissfully alone, so the ride passed in a blur of frantic, urgent kisses and wandering hands, our desire building with each passing level.
By the time we stumbled out onto his floor, giggling like teenagers, I was practically vibrating out of my skin with need. He fumbled with the key card, cursing under his breath as it took a few tries to get the light to flash green. The anticipation was delicious torture, but lord, how I needed it to end!
Finally, it clicked open and we practically fell inside, a tangle of lips and limbs. The door slammed shut behind us and suddenly, it was just us, cocooned in our own private world.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Lewis growled against my lips, his hands sliding possessively over my curves. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Liv.”
“I reckon I have some idea,” I teased, giving his bottom lip a playful bite as I pressed myself closer, feeling the solid proof of his desire. “Seems like I ain’t the only one who’s been… stirred up.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Stirred up is an understatement. I’ve been half-hard since the moment I saw you on that stage.”
I whimpered, the idea that I had such an effect on him sending a fresh wave of heat through my already over-stimulated body. “Lewis…”
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He walked me backwards, never breaking the kiss, until my back hit the wall. The contrast of the cool surface and his warm, hard body made me gasp. “I’m going to take such good care of you tonight.”
And then his mouth was on my neck, his teeth and tongue lavishing attention on that sensitive spot just below my ear, and coherent thought fled. I fisted my hands in his hair, keeping him right where I wanted him.
“Oh lord, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back to give him better access.
His hands weren’t idle, busying themselves with the buttons of my blouse until it fell open, revealing my black lace bra. He groaned his approval, his fingers tracing the scalloped edges.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverently. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“That makes two of us, sugar.” I took advantage of his momentary distraction to tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “Off, please. I need to feel you.”
He obliged, yanking the shirt over his head quick as a whip. And lord…
I’d seen him shirtless in magazines, in music videos. I thought I knew what to expect. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality of Lewis Davies bare-chested and panting with desire. For me.
His body was a masterpiece, all toned muscle and smooth, inked skin. I yearned to trace every line of his tattoos with my tongue, to memorise each dip and plane like an old country road.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a self-satisfied grin tugging at his kiss-swollen lips.
“You… you’re perfect,” I sighed, letting my hands roam over his tattooed chest, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Hardly. But I’ll happily be your canvas to explore.” His voice dropped low, heavy with want.
I leaned in, planting a tender, open-mouthed kiss over his heart. I felt it hitch beneath my lips, betraying his composed front. My tongue darted out, tasting the salt on his skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, Liv…”
Emboldened, I ventured lower, peppering kisses along the inked wings of the bird tattoo on his ribs. His hands found their way into my hair, clenching and unclenching as I explored.
When I reached his nipple, I flicked it with my tongue before closing my lips around it and suckling softly. He jerked against me, a ragged moan escaping him.
“Christ, your mouth…” He tugged at my hair, pulling me back up to claim my lips in a searing kiss. “It’s dangerous.”
I grinned against his mouth. “You have no idea.”
He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with one practised hand. It fell away and I was bared to his heated gaze. A twinge of self-consciousness had me wanting to cover myself, but the look of pure hunger in his eyes stopped me.
“Stunning,” he murmured, cupping my breasts in his large, calloused hands. “Absolutely stunning.”
He brushed his thumbs over my nipples and I arched into his touch, already addicted to the way he made me feel. Like I was cherished, desired… worshipped.
His head dipped, taking one pebbled peak into his hot mouth. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he suckled and nipped, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Lewis, please…”
He hummed around my taut nub, the vibrations making me squirm. His hand slid down my belly, popping the button on my jeans. He lifted his head, his eyes dark and questioning as his fingers toyed with my zipper.
“Can I?”
“God, yes. Touch me, please.” There was no coyness, no shame. I needed him with a desperation I’d never known.
He wasted no time, sliding my jeans and panties down my legs in one go. I stepped out of them, kicking off my shoes in the process, leaving me completely bare before him.
He took a step back, his gaze raking over me hungrily. I resisted the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny, instead letting him look his fill.
“Fucking hell… you’re a vision, Olivia Monroe.” His voice was gravelly, strained. “I’m going to take my time with you, worship every inch of this glorious body until you’re begging for release.”
I shuddered at his words, at the dark promise in his eyes. “What if I’m already begging?”
He smirked, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Then I better get to work.”
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up to him. I braced myself against the wall, my heart pounding in anticipation of that first intimate touch.
But he made me wait, ghosting his lips along the inside of my thigh, his beard scratching deliciously against the sensitive skin. I squirmed impatiently, silently pleading for more.
He chuckled, his breath hot against my soaked core. “Patience, cariad. I’ll get you there. Eventually.”
And then, finally, he gave me what I craved. His tongue parted my folds and I moaned, my hips bucking against his face as pleasure rocketed through me.
“Yes! Just like that,” I panted, my head falling back against the wall as he repeated the motion, setting a steady, relentless rhythm that had me seeing stars.
He groaned against me, the vibrations adding a new layer of sensation. “You taste fucking incredible. I could spend hours just devouring this pretty pussy.”
His words, filthy and reverent, only stoked the fire burning in my veins. I ground against his face shamelessly, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just so as his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. It was almost too much, the dual stimulation pushing me to the brink embarrassingly fast.
“Lew… I’m gonna… I’m so close,” I whined, my thighs trembling around his head.
“That’s it. Let go for me. Come all over my tongue,” he commanded, sucking my clit between his lips and humming.
It was my undoing. The coil in my belly snapped and I shattered, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I cried out his name. He worked me through it, gentling his touch but not letting up until I was a boneless, satisfied puddle.
He eased my leg off his shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to my inner thigh before rising to his feet. He pulled me into his arms, supporting my weight as I caught my breath.
“That was…” I trailed off, still lost in the haze of my orgasm.
“Just the beginning,” he promised, claiming my mouth in a slow, thorough kiss.
I could taste myself on his tongue and it sent a fresh spark of desire through my sated body.
“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
He scooped me up, carrying me further into the suite. I clung to his neck, nuzzling into his throat as I let him lead us to his bed.
It wasn’t until he laid me down on the mattress, hovering over me with lust-darkened eyes, that it hit me. I was in Lewis Davies’s hotel room. In his bed. About to make love to the man I’d fantasised about for half my life.
A giggle bubbled up in my throat. “Pinch me.”
He cocked a brow. “Come again?”
“Pinch me. Because this can’t be real. Things like this don’t happen to girls like me.”
His eyes softened, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Oh, I assure you this is very real, cariad. And you’re not just any girl. You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
Emotion clogged my throat at his words, at the raw sincerity in his gaze. I didn’t know what to say, how to express the magnitude of what I was feeling, so I did the only thing I could—I pulled him down into a bruising kiss, pouring everything I couldn’t verbalise into the press of my lips.
He met me with equal fervour, his body settling over mine like it was made to be there. The rough fabric of his jeans abraded my sensitive core and I hissed, breaking the kiss to tug at his waistband.
“Off. I need to feel all of you.”
He nodded, rolling off me just long enough to shuck his jeans and boxer briefs. He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. Then he was back, his glorious naked body aligning with mine, skin to skin from head to toe.
We both gasped at the contact, the air crackling with the intensity of it. He felt incredible, his hard planes fitting perfectly against my soft curves. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.
“I knew you’d feel like this,” he murmured, trailing his lips along my jaw, down the column of my throat. “Like silk and sin, heaven and temptation all wrapped up in one gorgeous package.”
I arched into him as his words and touch ignited me from the inside out. “Lewis… please…”
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he soothed, reaching between us to position himself at my entrance. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Gonna claim this pretty pussy, make it mine.”
I moaned at his indecent promise, spreading my legs wider in blatant invitation. He accepted, pushing forward slowly, inch by delicious inch until he was seated to the hilt, stretching me in the most exquisite way.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my nails biting into his shoulders as I adjusted to the sweet invasion. “You feel… you feel incredible.”
He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he fought for control. “Nothing has ever felt this good. You’re perfect, Liv. So fucking perfect.”
He started to move then, withdrawing almost completely before surging back in, setting a deep, deliberate rhythm that had me seeing stars. He angled his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my back bow off the bed.
“Yes, yes, yes… right there,” I chanted mindlessly, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” he grunted, swivelling his hips in a way that sent sparks rushing through me. “Could stay buried in this heaven forever and never get enough.”
He kept up that steady, measured pace, stoking the fire slowly, building me up towards a peak that promised to eclipse anything I’d ever known.
With every push and pull of our bodies, every heated gaze and whispered endearment, I imagined something deeper taking root. A connection, a bond I couldn’t name but also couldn’t deny.
It terrified me, even as it thrilled me. Because as desperately as I wanted to hold onto this feeling, to believe in the pretty words he was murmuring into my skin, a small, cynical part of me couldn’t help but wonder…
Was this real? Or was I just another notch on a rock star’s bedpost, a convenient way to blow off steam before the tour?
The thought was like a bucket of ice water, threatening to extinguish the heat building between us. I tried to push it away, to lose myself again in the magic of his touch, but it lingered, an unwelcome spectre in the back of my mind.
If he noticed my momentary distraction, he didn’t let on. He just kept moving, kept claiming me with his body and his words, driving me closer to that elusive edge. His hand snaked between us, finding my clit and rubbing in tight, urgent circles.
“Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel you fall apart around me,” he demanded, his voice strained with his own impending release.
“I… I can’t… it’s too much,” I whimpered, even as my body coiled tighter, preparing for the inevitable snap.
“Yes, you can. Let go. I’ve got you,” he urged, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own control slipped. “Come with me. Please…”
It was the please that did it, the desperate edge to his voice. I shattered, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train, stealing my breath and my sanity in one fell swoop.
I was vaguely aware of him following me over, my name a reverent chant on his lips ashe lost control. But I was too lost in the maelstrom of sensation, of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, to fully process it.
We clung to each other as we rode out the aftershocks, our sweat-slicked bodies heaving in tandem. He peppered my face with soft, sweet kisses, murmuring words of praise and affection into my skin.
“That was… fuck, that was incredible,” he breathed, rolling onto his back and pulling me into his side. I went willingly, draping myself over his chest as I struggled to catch my breath. “You’re incredible.”
“So are you,” I murmured, tracing idle patterns on his damp skin. “I’ve never… it’s never been like that for me before.” It was a confession, a secret whispered into the darkened room.
He tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. There was a softness there, a tenderness that made my heart clench. “Me neither. This… this is special, Liv. You’re special.”
I wanted to believe him. Desperately. But that nagging voice of doubt wouldn’t be silenced, growing louder with each passing minute.
What if this was just a line? What if, come morning, he regretted this? Regretted me?
I didn’t think I could bear it, having this taste of perfection only to have it ripped away. It would break me in ways I wasn’t sure I could recover from.