One Wild Night (Hollywood Chronicles #1)(12)

I hold her knees apart and revel in the sight of where we connect. Her soft pink flesh, wet with her arousal, accepting me. My body fights, torn between wanting to fuck her like a wild animal, and taking my time with her—devouring her for hours.

Suddenly, her foot to my chest stops me, and a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Lie down,” she says, catching me off guard.

“Nope. Nuh uh. This is all me. I'm calling the shots now.”

“Just lay down,” she says and wiggles to the center of the bed, breaking our connection. I sigh, but do as I'm told, lying down next to her. She rolls over, swinging a leg over me so that she's now straddling me. Using her fingertips on my chest to balance herself, she wastes no time…sliding onto me. A perfect fit. Nice and tight.

Fuck. Oh Jesus, fuck.

My fingers find the soft curve of her hips where I hold onto her for dear life. I can make out the smirk on her face as she begins to ride me slow and methodic.

“Jesus, woman,” I hiss as she begins moving faster. Reaching down between us, she squeezes the base of my cock and all I see are fireworks. Fireworks and Kaylee's perfect tits bouncing in my face. Leaning forward, I'm barely able to pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth, causing her to gasp loudly as I bite.

Only fair.

I don't know how we manage to spend the next hour devouring each other, but we do. On the bed, the floor, and against the wall, when we both finally climax, we fall into an exhausted knot of twisted limbs onto my bed.

Kaylee's head is curled up under my chin, and I'm able to make out the steady sound of her breaths telling me she's fast asleep. Only then do I finally close my eyes, pulling her tightly to me. What was supposed to be one wild night, could certainly be so much more.





Chapter 7





Kaylee





I barely cracked open an eye. Faint hues of sunlight streaked in from the window, prodding me from sleep I didn’t want to be roused from.

I was too comfortable.

Too cozy.

Too warm.

A bit disoriented, I tried to stretch out my body.

My sore body that was wrapped up by a body so much bigger than mine, eclipsed where it was caged.

What the hell?

My head popped up two inches, considering I was pinned and couldn’t rise any higher.

Eyes widening, they wandered, trying to process my surroundings.

The expansive, masculine room.

A room with a view so dramatic it stole what little breath I had left.

But what was freaking me the hell out was the bed that was not my own.

And the man…

Oh. God.

The man who was spooning me from behind.

Spooning. Me.

In what crazy world did that happen?

My heart rate kicked up as memories of last night came barreling in.

Pinned against the wall.

Back arched as I begged.

A hot, hot mouth on my breast.

His throbbing cock in my hand.

Paxton Myles buried deep inside of me.

Stealing my breath.

Stealing my sanity.

Pulling the most mind-blowing pleasure from my body. Again and again.

Chills spread across my bare skin.

Never before had I experienced a night quite like it. The few boyfriends I’d had hadn’t even come close. Couldn’t have.

That would be an impossibility.

No doubt, this Hollywood god had ruined me for all men.

He’d given me a taste of fantasy when I knew I had to be stepping back into my reality.

The problem was, I wanted to stay there for a little while longer, which was exactly why I needed to get the hell out of there.

Holding my breath, I pried myself out from under his massive arm, careful not to wake him.

He rolled all the way onto his stomach, his ridiculously handsome face peeking out from the pillow, the curve of those full, red lips enough to send those butterflies in my body into a tailspin.

Flitting and fluttering.

My mouth watered as my gaze traced down, memorizing the strength of his wide shoulders and the defined cut of his slim waist.

A satiny sheet was pulled to above his hips.

But I knew firsthand what was hidden underneath.

The stark beauty of pure man.

Bold and big and powerful.

A shudder rolled through my senses, tingles ushered in by his phantom touch.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not after last night. Only Paxton Myles could bring another rush of pleasure from me while he was fast asleep.

I fought an affectionate smile as I looked down at him once more. Warmth welled in my chest as I tucked the memories inside. I would never forget the miraculous night this incredible man had offered me.

My Hollywood crush.

My free card.

Well, I guess that was that.

I’d cashed it in.

I allowed myself one last glance, a barely-there caress of my fingertips across those lips that last night had devoured every inch of my body, before I slipped from his bed.

Silently, I tiptoed across the cool, travertine floors, gathered my lingerie and wadded it at my chest as I stole out the crack in the door. I moved a little bit faster as soon as I hit the hall, even quicker as I slinked into my dress where it’d been abandoned on the floor.

I shoved my balled-up bra and panties into my clutch.

Classy.