EMMA: Jesus, Nash. It’s hard to walk normally when my panties are this wet.
NASH: Hurry up and I’ll take care of that for you.
EMMA: You better.
Holy hell, this woman. She’s fucking perfect. And when she returns half an hour later, I show her just how perfect I think she is, three more times.
When I wake up the next morning, the bed beside me is empty.Not again.For a few seconds I panic, then I hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, and a soft humming comes from the bathroom. Not just any humming, but the song I sang for Emma last night. Except this time, she isn’t the one that got away. She’s still here.
Grinning, I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. When I pull the shower curtain back, her eyes open and she gives me a seductive smile that has my dick turning from a morning semi to fully erect and ready to go. Thank fuck I grabbed a condom on my way from the bedroom.
“Mind if I join you?” I say, the words coming out as a low growl, not waiting for her answer before stepping into the shower with her. She backs up and I step forward, crowding her against the shower wall so I can kiss her. Mid-kiss, she pushes on my shoulders and we spin around so that now I’m against the wall. It takes me a minute to realize her intentions, but when Emma drops to her knees and takes my cock in her hand, I catch on quickly.
“Baby, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to; I want to.”
Then she takes me in her mouth, sucking me in deep. I curse and grab her head, not forcing anything, just needing to anchor myself against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. She licks and sucks up and down, over and over, until my abs contract under the pressure of trying to stave off my release.
“Emma. Oh fuck. Emma stop, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I pull back, and she releases my dick with a pop. I haul her up and into my arms and capture her mouth with mine, not even caring that she tastes slightly salty and musky.
“You make me crazy,” I whisper between kisses.
“Same.”
Over the sound of the water, I hear a pounding on the door to the hotel room.
“Expecting someone?” Emma asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck, no. Think we can ignore them?”
Before she can answer, I hear the unmistakable voice of my manager, coming from inside the goddamn room. I forgot he always has a key to my room.
“Nash? Get out here. Dressed, preferably.”
Emma squeaks in surprise. “Shit,” I swear, leaping out of the shower so fast it’s a miracle I don’t fall. “Hang on, man. What the fuck are you doing here so early?” I yell through the closed bathroom door.
I wrap a towel around my waist and hurry out of the bathroom, leaving Emma in the shower. Of course, with her clothes strewn around the room, it’s no secret that I’m not alone. Not to mention Roberto helped get her here last night. Obviously, he has to know what’s going on.
“Look buddy, sorry to interrupt your fun, but we’ve gotta go. The station called and they pushed your interview to eleven. We have to leave in twenty minutes for Victoria.”
“Fuck.”
“I know. You gotta say goodbye to the girl and pack up. Meet me downstairs pronto.”
“Okay. Yeah. I’ll be there in a minute.” I run my hands through my wet hair, trying frantically to figure out what to do.
Once the door closes behind him, I hear the bathroom door open slowly.
“Is he gone?” Emma says quietly.
I turn with a frown. “Yeah, baby. He’s gone. I’m so sorry about that.”
She shrugs, but I see that she’s disappointed. I am, too. I figured we still had time to figure things out. Instead, all I can do is watch as she gathers her clothes and pulls them on. In no time, she’s dressed, while I’m still standing like an idiot in a towel. She walks over until she’s standing in front of me. But when I reach for her hand, she flinches, and pulls back.
“This was fun,” she whispers, her eyes downcast.
What the fuck — fun? Part of me can’t believe what I’m hearing, the other, more cynical part is telling me that’s what I get for trusting a woman again. Unfortunately, I have no time to try and figure out what the fuck is going on because if I’m not downstairs soon, Roberto will be back up here hounding me. So I go into self-preservation mode and give her what I call my media smile. “Yeah, it was fun.”
