"I've never seen anything more beautiful than watching you come," Easton says, his voice gruff. He then glides his finger through the seam of my wet pussy, making me shudder. The same hand makes its slow trek up my body until Easton is cupping my breast. And using the same finger that was just inside me, he rubs slow circles around my nipple, coating it with my arousal. He then leans down and takes the hardened peak into his mouth. The growl that escapes past his lips causes my pussy to clench and my hips to buck forward. I can feel Easton's cock pressing against my inner thigh, and I'm desperate to have it inside me. He must read my thoughts because he releases my nipple then shoves his hand beneath my ass. Easton's eyes find mine once again while I feel the head of his cock caressing my entrance, waiting. Finally, his question is answered when I wrap my legs around his hips. He doesn't waste another second before driving in. My back arches, and a gasp escapes past my lips at the sheer sensation of being so deliciously stretched to accommodate the size of his cock. I've only had two lovers in my life, and neither one came close to filling me the way Easton does. "Yes," I hiss when he starts to move. My nails scrape against the skin of his back as I begin meeting his thrusts.
"Never," Easton says through clenched teeth. "Never has it been this good." My heart seizes at his declaration, and I close my eyes.
"Look at me," he orders while keeping his rhythm, which is slow and sweet. "Never had something so sweet and so fucking hot."
Easton's gaze burns me to my core, and I want to look away but don't because I want to believe so badly in his words.
"Mine," he declares just before taking my mouth with his, his tongue demanding entrance. Again, I don't have the strength to deny this man, so I give it to him. My mouth opens, and his taste explodes on my tongue, making me moan. No words are spoken.Nothing but the sound of water moving on the lake, the wind in the trees, and the sounds of our heavy breathing surround us.
It doesn't take long for another orgasm to build. When it does, my fingers grip the back of Easton's neck, and my legs tighten around his hips. Easton takes a tight grip on my ass and forces my hips upward, burying himself deep inside me, reaching a place that makes my toes curl. My eyes roll to the back of my skull, where I see nothing but an explosion of white flashing light dancing behind my eyelids.
"Easton!" I scream at the same time he shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his own release soars through his body. A noise between a growl and hiss works its way up through his chest and vibrates against my skin.
From the looks Summer keeps giving me from across the room I can tell she is dying to ask me about Easton. The moment I walked into work today, she pointed out something was different about me. I tried to play it off, but as thoughts of what happened last night with Easton flashed through my brain, I couldn't hide the blush that crept over my face. Also, Easton had been with Lev at the bar last night, and I feel men talk just as much as women. Therefore, Lev more than likely went home and told Summer about the scene between Easton and me. Or, more importantly, how Easton flat out staked claim over me like a caveman before I stormed out of the bar. Which I admit was hot as hell. I've never had a man act that way over me. Like he would kill any man in the room who dared to look at me. Like he'd die if he didn't get to touch me.
About two seconds after I walked into the salon today, a client came in wanting a color and a cut. Needless to say, thepast hour and fifty-five minutes have been torture for Summer. Everyone else is at lunch, and that means now that Summer was wrapping things up and accepting payment from her customer, I’m about to be grilled.
"I'll see you in six weeks, Mrs. Jones. Have a good day." Summer walks the lady whose hair she just worked on to the door, and the moment we are alone, she turns to me. "Spill, Cat."
"How much did Lev tell you?" I query.
"Just that Easton is so far gone over you that seeing another man hit on you at the bar last night made him decide it was time to stake his claim. And that the two of you looked like you were having a pretty intense conversation before Easton dragged you out of there."
Slumping down into one of the salon chairs, I hold my head in the palms of my hands. "I think I made a mistake last night."
"Why on earth would you think that?" Summer asks, taking a seat in the chair across from me.
"Because I hardly know Easton, and I'm already starting to fall for him."
"I do not see the problem."
I lift my head. "You seriously don't see the problem with me falling for a man who is not only a famous rock star, but is also so far out of my league I can't see straight? Not to mention Easton will be blowing out of town the second the situation with his stalker is over. Hell, he probably just sees me as convenient," I add. Though last night was one of the best nights of my life, I was careless.
"Do you actually believe the crap coming out of your mouth right now?" Summer fumes.
"What?" I'm taken aback by her forwardness.
Summer shakes her head. "Cat, it's a shame you don't see how beautiful you are. Not only are you gorgeous, but you're also kind, considerate, and a good friend."
"Summer, listen…" I don't finish my sentence because Summer cuts me off.
"No. It's true. Any guy would be lucky to have you, including the famous Easton Evans. From the way Lev says it, Easton knows it."
I let out a heavy sigh. "This is all happening too fast. I haven't had time to wrap my head around it."
Summer giggles. "You want my advice?"
I smile. "Maybe."
"Don't fight it. If Easton is anything like Lev, which I get the feeling when it comes to you, he is; he already sees you as his."
"That's crazy." I throw my hands in the air, and Summer laughs.
"I know, girl, trust me. That's just how these men work."
I go to open my mouth again when something behind me catches Summer's eye, and a second later, the bell over the door sounds. Turning the chair around, I'm shocked at who I see standing in front of me. "Carter." I stand.
"Hey, Cat." Carter strides right up to me and wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up.
