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When I’d left the house this afternoon, there was no part of me that would have ever fathomed I’d end up here. But somewhere along the way, as the night had progressed, something inside me, the part I kept locked away out of necessity…it had wanted to be free.
I wanted to choose that out of control lust, where all you wanted wasthatmoment, where all you wanted wasthatguy.
Just for tonight.
“I’ve never—I’ve never done this before,” I told him, pulling on the jersey and patting my wig to make sure it was still in place.
He hadn’t recognized me yet, but if he did…it would ruineverything.
“You’re a—” his eyes were wide, a crazy gleam in them.
“Oh! No. I mean—I just mean that I’ve never done a one night stand before,” I blurted out. “I mean, I’ve never just gone home with a guy.”
The word vomit coming out of my mouth was a thing to behold. For someone who had made millions with my ability to write and sing flowery, perfect words…I’d evidently lost that skill.
What I didn’t say, was that I didn’t know how to explain my sexual status. I couldn’t exactly tell him what Marco had done to me growing up, or the fact that some of the pictures taken the night I’d lost everything had been of me in a bed with some druggie…completely naked.
They’d given me a morning after pill, just in case, but they hadn’t checked. I guess it was just assumed by what the media said about me that I must be some slutty singer, spreading my legs for everyone…and honestly…I guess the stupid part of me hadn’t wanted to know. Like maybe if I didn’t know, then that night hadn’t actually?—
“Hey, I lost you,” Walker murmured, tipping up my chin so I had to look at him. He seemed to like doing that, having my attention on him.
But staring at him was a dangerous thing. Up close like this, it was like I was staring into the sun, destined to burn.
His gaze was laser focused on me, like out of everything in the world, I was the only thing that mattered.
The feeling was heady, panty-melting. Like the feverish lust I could see in his blue depths was contagious.
“Touch me,” I finally whispered, wanting to break whatever spell he was weaving on me.
Apparently that was the only invitation he needed.
Walker's firm grip encircled the nape of my neck, he squeezed gently, just enough for me to feel grounded.
Like I could trust him to lead the way for us. Like I didn’t have to worry…just for tonight.
He leaned closer and I had to remember to breathe.
I’d been kissed before.
But I was very sure that any kiss I’d ever had wasn’t going to come close with what I was about to experience.
Walker Davis was going to ruin me.
And maybe it was going to be worth it for once.
The first brush of his lips against mine felt like a fever dream. His lips moved gently, his tongue pushing in, electricity shocking my senses as it slid against mine.
Magic.
That’s what this kiss was.
Like whiskey and moonlight, and hot summer nights. Like strawberry wine and wildest dreams.
His kiss felt like a tattoo, branding me in a way I’d never come back from.
I moaned and he caught the sound, breathing it in as he expertly worked my mouth.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”
