One Wild Night (Hollywood Chronicles #1)(25)

“Tell me you want more,” he demanded.

“Yes.”

I wanted more. I wanted everything.

He kept us nose to nose, his breaths clouding my senses as he lifted me higher and higher. My fingers dug into his shoulders as pleasure gathered fast, and part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing.

On a plane.

But the part of me that’d agreed to follow him to London didn’t care.

She was too caught up. Taken by this man in a way she shouldn’t be.

And she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Pleasure rocketed through every inch of my body. I buried a scream in his shoulder when I came, riding wave after wave as he pressed a bunch of kisses to my forehead.

I shivered, and this gorgeous man smirked as he eased his fingers out of me, his sexy voice back to murmuring in my ear. “Let’s go ahead and call that another one of the perks.”





Chapter 12





Paxton





With a small thud, our plane hits the ground in London. I can't take my eyes off Kaylee, but her eyes are glued to the new world outside the window of the plane. Her fingers grip the edge of her seat as her head bobs from side to side as we taxi to the gate.

When she finally pulls her attention back inside the plane, she turns to me with the biggest smile. Sheer excitement is written on her face, and she all but bounces excitedly in her seat.

“Ready?” I ask her as I unbuckle my seatbelt before the chime tells me I can. She nods quickly, unbuckling herself.

When the plane finally stops, I stand and stretch, catching sight of Kendall over my shoulder, her cell phone already pressed to her ear. She's sending me a non-verbal warning, a stern message with only her eyes as she has an entirely different conversation with whomever she's speaking with on the phone.

I gather Kaylee, pulling her in for a quick kiss as we deplane. With her tucked closely to my side, I don't bother to wait for Kendall. “Fair warning,” I begin as we descend the jetway into the terminal. “The paparazzi are just as bad here as they are in L.A. They come out of nowhere and when you least expect it. Don’t let your guard down, they’re everywhere. Same rules apply. Don't say a word. Don't make eye contact. Just move.”

“Got it.” She pulls me tighter to her, her fingers pressing into my side. I hate that these vultures won't leave us alone, and instinctively I want to protect her from them. We're chauffeured into a line that's shorter and more obscure for our passport check—and I'm thankful for this. Kendall has caught up to us but keeps her distance—though I can feel her anger from ten feet away.

The passport check is quick, and we're on our way to claim our baggage in no time. Kaylee's fingers are laced through mine as we try to blend in with the crowds of other travelers. It's hard not to notice Kaylee's eyes darting from side to side, checking out every person in our path. Her fingers squeeze mine harder as the crowd lightens and we become more visible.

As we arrive at baggage claim, Kenneth, Kendall's 'right arm' in the UK, has all of our baggage already on a cart and is waving us in his direction.

“Paxton,” he says in his thick British accent, offering me his hand to shake. “Good to see you, man.” His handshake is firm and fast. Kenneth is the epitome of professional. He’s direct, buttoned-up and doesn’t play the bullshit games that Kendall does.

“And this must be the lovely Kaylee.” He leans in and air kisses both of her cheeks. She blushes but offers him a courteous smile in return. “You two have really made a splash the last forty-eight hours,” he laughs, holding onto her hand. “I'm Kenneth. Publicist extraordinaire on this side of the pond. But don't get too excited. You'll never be rid of her.” He nods his head over Kaylee's shoulder just as we hear Kendall approach, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

He smirks at Kendall who ignores him and continues chatting away on her phone. “I see she's still charming as ever,” he mumbles under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

“Now that you're all here, I have a car waiting. It's a shit show out there,” he huffs as he pushes the luggage cart. “Head down. Walk fast. Don't take any questions.”

“Pax already warned me,” Kaylee politely tells Kenneth as we fall into line behind him.

“And here,” he reaches for a pair of sunglasses he has tucked into his button up shirt. “Put these on. You look like shit.” He shoves the sunglasses at me as Kaylee giggles.

I slide the Ray Ban aviator glasses on and pull Kaylee close to me as the large sliding glass doors open and the assault of flashing lights and questions begin.

“Paxton!”

“Pax!”

“Kaylee! We'd love an exclusive interview with you!”

The screams, questions, and flashes are overwhelming even for me, I can’t imagine what Kaylee is feeling. She tucks her head into my chest, and I wrap a protective arm around her shoulders pulling her closer. Right where I want her, in my arms.

A large black SUV waits at the curb with the rear doors open. I begin walking us faster toward the car as Kenneth uses the luggage cart to his advantage, clearing a direct path to the waiting SUV. I damn near shove Kaylee into the back seat, before slamming the door behind us and locking it.