I can’t help my smile even as I roll my eyes. “Okay.”
He brushes his thumb along the crease between my brows in an attempt to erase it. “I don’t want this, us, to hurt you or your career. I also don’t want you to have to sacrifice anything, especially your relationship with your father.”
“I don’t see any way around that,” I shake my head. “I mean, how can we avoid it?”
“As much as I don’t want to have to—and as juvenile as it may seem—we’re going to have to hide this relationship from everyone.” He presses his lips to my knuckles before resting my palm on his chest. “For now, we’re in this to see what’s between us, so we’ll keep it solely between us.”
“Okay,” I agree readily, too readily, according to his rapidly darkening expression.
“But not for long, okay? I don’t lie to my parents.” He grimaces. “I’ve never really had to.”
“Same, and I hate it.”
Fear starts to slither its way in while my mind sifts through worst-case scenarios.
“Stop it,” Easton commands sharply. “We’ll figure us out first and feel them out later before we come clean. We’re only touring through the end of summer, and if we keep adding shows, possibly through fall. We can do it this way until I’m off the road. For now, I just want to concentrate on us, and I want you to know you’re safe…” He brushes my chest where my heart lay, “that this is safe with me.”
“Agreed…then, can I ask who that girl was?”
He bites his lip to hold his grin. “I was wondering when that was coming.”
I narrow my eyes. “Stop stalling.”
“I’m not. She’s the daughter of one of my dad’s friends who owns a studio here in Dallas.” He eyes me warily. “Do you want the whole truth?”
“Yes.”
“We fucked when I was nineteen, and she was my potential hookup for the party, but I shut that shit down for good the second she showed up last night.”
I swallow, hating the fact I was right about them having history.
“I didn’t want to disinvite her after I already called, but I didn’t give her any inclination we’d be hooking up when I did. I was just fucking…frustrated. But before you got here, I made it clear I was waiting for someone.”
“Such a gentleman,” I sass.
He traces the faint tan line on my neck, his hands seducing and soothing, as his words bite. “I’m sorry if that bothers you.”
“It would bother me more if you weren’t honest about it.”
“Sure about that?” He lifts his hips, jostling me. “You look pretty bothered.”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll never lie to you, Natalie.”
“I know you won’t, and I love that about you.”
“I told you last night, nothing outside that door has ever compared to what I feel on this side of the door with you, and I mean it.” He grips my hips to command my attention. “I’ve never in my life been jealous in a way that could incite violence, so, touché, Beauty, because Chad bothered the fuck out of me.”
“Well, he caught on quickly to what was going on between us. That should tell you everything you need to know, but can we have a ‘no exes within ten miles’ rule?”
“Let’s make it a fucking hundred.”
“Suits me. But in my case, you don’t have an ex to worry about.”
“Same.”
“So,” I grin. “What’s an amped-up party like that cost anyway?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh,” I giggle and pinch his sides. “You going to get funny about money again?”
“No, but you’re already a flight risk, so I’m not telling you shit.”
“Thirty grand?”
He schools his expression in refusal of answering.
“Forty?”
“It doesn’t matter. It was worth every fucking penny. Couldn’t you tell how miserable I was?”
“I wasn’t really paying attention because I was too busy trying not to leap over a couch of naked women to claw your eyes out.”
Said eyes roaming, he shifts his hips, his cock hardening beneath me. “I saw your curiosity the minute you hit the landing, how intrigued you were,” he lifts to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking noisily before releasing it, “how turned on you were getting.” He grinds his hips beneath me, eliciting a low moan from my parted lips. “I was going fucking blind with the need to touch you,” he murmurs before laying back against his pillow and jostling me again, this time with his thick dick. “I wanted to pluck every filthy thought, every fantasy from your beautiful head and play it out with you.”
“How do you know they were filthy?”
“Are you kidding? I can read you so easily it’s ridiculous.”
“Well,” I hear the arousal in my voice as I plant my hands on his chest before running my center teasingly along the ridge of his cock. “You punished me instead.”
“It was a just punishment. But I’ve got so much more in store for you—for us—for that curiosity that was written all over your face.” He rakes his lower lip. “I’m going to be the man to satisfy every filthy fantasy you come up with. Bet.”
“Mmm, so what am I thinking right now?”
“That you want to be kissed, fucked, and loved properly, and you want me to be the one to do it.” His words stun me briefly as he grasps my hips, controlling my movement while rolling his own, pulling me straight back to the brink of orgasm. He’s already mapped my body to the point he can get me there before I’m even aware I’m capable.
The part that has my heart fluttering faster is that he’s right. I do want him to be the one to kiss me, fuck me, and love me properly, but instead of admitting it, I grip his impressive length in my hand and lift to take him inside of me.
Seeing my intent, he jerks his chin in command, challenging me as he rubs me back and forth, inching lower to cover more of him with every teasing thrust. “You’re going to come first,” he declares, determination in his heated tone, “just like this.” He quickens his pace for emphasis.
My thighs begin to shake from the delicious friction he’s creating as his expression smolders.
“Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely, “you’re so goddamn perfect.”
His praise sends me into orbit as I rock against him, fueling the fire. Just as I start to come apart, he lifts me and thrusts in slightly. I tighten around him as the orgasm takes hold, the wave crashing into me so abruptly that I score his chest with my nails.
“Easy, Beauty,” he grits out as the shudder subsides. Sweat beads at my temple as pain and pleasure mingle in the most delicious mix. “I know you’re sore.”
“I don’t care. I want you, please, Easton, now,” I grind my hips in demand while trying to accommodate his size. As wet as I am, and even after the orgasm, I struggle to take him in.
“Damn.” Easton stills my hips, keeping my gaze before gently easing into me with prodding thrusts. I call his name as he slowly feeds me every delicious inch until I’m fully seated. Impaled on his perfect dick, he releases my hips, and I take over, palming the back of his thighs for leverage while slowly starting to circle my hips.
Jaw slack, eyes hooding, Easton gazes up at me like no one else on earth exists. And I feel that truth because when we’re connected like this, for me, no one else does.
“Everything,” he groans, gently pumping up and into me as I swivel my hips. “Every fucking thing about you,” he rasps out.