Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(39)

It’s Nate.

I am about to step out of his touch, but he pulls me back into him. His hand slides down toward my pussy but stops above it.

I have never wanted to be naked as much as I do in this moment.

He moves me again to the music, making us both sway, but I’m panting with want. His hands leave me and he touches my shoulders, sliding the straps of my dress down a little, exposing my shoulders.

His fingers go to my shoulders, to the top of my chest, then his hands glide down my body, down my hips until his fingers entwine with mine and guide my hands to the front of me, pulling the hem of my dress up a little. I gasp when his fingers go between my thighs, his breath picking up near my ear.

Knowing he is turned on as much as I am is making me want to beg for him to keep going.

I don’t care who is watching because right now all I’m concerned about is him and me. All the anger I felt toward him has seeped out of me. I release one of my hands and loop it so it’s around his neck as I push myself farther into him.

His free hand strokes my bare skin along my thigh as he grinds himself against me while we still sway in our own little world. I can feel him getting harder and I can’t get close enough. He holds on to my hips again and squeezes tightly. I lift my other arm so it’s also hooked around his neck as I push myself closer into him, even though we can’t get any closer.

Our breathing is coming in fast. I never wanted someone to fuck me this badly before. This is getting unbearable. When his nails dig into my side I groan, gripping his hair, hearing him growl into my neck. He takes hold of my hand, pulling me away. I look around me to see if anyone has noticed, but everyone seems to be too drunk to care.

I don’t know where he is taking me, but I don’t care.

He takes me into a room, pushing me against a wall, pressing his forehead against mine, our breathing coming in fast. I want him to kiss me so badly. His eyes stay on mine as I feel his fingers glide to my chest, down to my breasts. My eyes close, whimpering when he presses himself against my core.

We stay like that what feels like forever. He doesn’t make another move. I open my eyes. He leans his face in closer to mine, his eyes locked on me, drawing me in.

He just watches me. I can see him second-guessing now. I don’t want him to take any of this back.

I know this is it.

This could be the only chance I will ever get to kiss him. Without thinking twice, I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me until my lips are on his.

It’s an instant frenzy; my fingers digging into the back of his head, his hands on the bottom of my back, pulling my body into his. He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around him. He backs up until he has me pinned against the wall once again, his lips never leaving mine. The kiss is hard and fast. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. My head is getting dizzy with all this carnal want.

I need more. I want so much more.

He pulls back and I whimper at the loss. “We need to stop,” he says.

I look at him, seeing his eyes on me. I know he doesn’t want this to stop. Fuck, I don’t want this to stop.

“You want to stop?” I grind harder against him. His eyes close, his breathing coming out in pants. “Tell me to stop.” I take the straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts to him. I quickly grab hold of his shirt, pulling it apart, buttons flying everywhere, pressing my skin against him, just like at the photoshoot.

“Fuck, Blair.” He pushes himself closer to me.

I smile, knowing I’m making him crazy. I don’t want him to stop this right now. I undo his zipper, pulling out his dick, pressing it against my covered pussy, grinding myself against him again, causing him to growl into my neck.

“Don’t stop touching me,” I beg and it’s like a switch goes off. He looks at me with so much desire and want. His fingers go to my soaked panties before he pushes them to the side, his fingers entering me. I scream out into the room.

“You’re so tight.” His fingers continue to assault me. I grind myself against his hand. “Fuck,” he whispers. I then feel his dick gliding along my folds, spreading my juices. I feel him at my entrance when there is a bang on the door, causing us to jump.

Looking at the door and back at him, I see his eyes trained on me. So many emotions go through them before once again he starts to close himself off from me. This time it hurt like a knife.

He puts me down and steps back, sorting himself out, and I do the same.

I try and get control of my breathing when Nate opens the door and I see a guy holding a camera, dressed in plain jeans and T-shirt. I look at him confused. Nate rubs the back of his neck.

“Got some good shots. Was told you were back here,” the guy says and it’s then when he realizes I am here also. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” He looks at me. I can imagine I look a mess right now. “Should I take any more?”

I look around the room to see we are in an office. “What shots?” I ask the guy, and he looks at Nate and then back at me.

“Jeffery has hired me to take some pictures during your time on the tour of you and Nate.”

I try and clear my head of the alcohol that is still swimming, trying to process what he just said.

“You took pictures of me and Nate?” I ask. Then it clicks. “You took pictures of me and Nate dancing? Did you take pictures of us running off?”