One Wild Night (Hollywood Chronicles #1)(27)

Kendall snorts and rolls her eyes. “They’re all different,” she scoffs.

“Kaylee is different. I could see myself falling in love with this girl. She's that different.”

Kendall's eyes widen at my admission, and she shakes her head. “And you know this after one night of being balls deep in her?” The sarcasm dripping from her voice continues to piss me off. “Just keep her close. I don't want to have to fucking deal with her,” she says before turning on a heel and walking away.

I see Kaylee approach cautiously as we both watch Kendall walk away, with a frown on her face.

I put a big smile on my face and reach for Kaylee's hand. “Let's go get settled. I plan on taking advantage of our suite tonight.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

Turning to the bellman who has our baggage loaded on a luggage cart, I tell him, “Don't deliver those for a couple of hours. We won't be needing them right away.” He nods at my orders, and I pull Kaylee towards the lobby of the hotel. I have one thing on my mind right now and it's devouring her for the next few hours.





Chapter 13





Kaylee





“Oh my God.” I pressed my hand to my chest and spun in a circle as I took in my surroundings. “This can’t be real. This is absolutely amazing. Gorgeous. I can’t even. Paxton.”

Awe dripped from every word.

We might as well have been staying at the Royal Palace for all the luxury of the over-the-top suite.

“Gorgeous,” he said in a low voice. I turned that direction at the sound of his voice. Only he wasn’t looking at the overindulgent luxury of the suite.

He was looking directly at me.

My breath caught when he began to stalk my direction.

The air grew thick and he slanted me one of those smiles that owned the world before he ripped his shirt over his head.

A stunned, “Oh,” bled from my mouth.

Was that drool?

My gaze swept his body. With each step he took, his abs rippled and the muscles of his wide, strong shoulders flexed and bowed.

This…this was what fantasies were made of. It seemed impossible it could be my reality.

“Are we doing this…right now?” I asked as he began to back me through the main room and into the bedroom waiting beyond.

“Oh, yes, Kaylee Rose, we are definitely doing this right now.” His voice dropped an octave. Slow and rough.

A tremor rolled down my spine, and my heart rate sped.

Desire twisted through my belly and pulsed between my thighs.

This felt so…different than the last time. Last time had felt like a secret. A memory to hold, never to be repeated again.

This felt like a statement.

Like a claim.

He took another step toward me. He pushed his fingers under my shirt and lifted it over my head. My hair tickled down around my shoulders, my breasts straining with need as cool air brushed my skin.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered again. His fingertips trailed across the lace of my bra. The grin he wore grew wicked as he leaned around and flicked the snap and freed it. He slid it down my arms and took a step back to pull it free. “So damned gorgeous. Look at you. So pink and lush.” His voice dipped in seduction. “The softest rose.”

Chills skated, a rash of goosebumps lifting in their wake.

Paxton followed them with his fingers. “Do you feel that, Kaylee Rose?” He inflected the last as he edged me into the room that was just as extravagant as the first. I swore it was like stepping into a museum. “What I do to you?”

His slid his palms up my arms and over my shoulders. Purposefully, he ran them down my sides where his fingers dipped into the waist of my skirt. He tugged it free.

I yelped when he suddenly hauled me up and tossed me on the bed. A giggle filtered out, and I arched up on the bed as he tugged off my shoes.

He wound his fingers in the side of my underwear, hesitated for the briefest flash of a second, before he pressed a kiss between my thighs. “I like these.”

He dragged them off.

“But I like you bare better.”

Another giggle.

God. This so wasn’t me. But it felt so good. Felt so right.

“I think I like you bare better, too.”

“Is that so?”

Chewing at my bottom lip, I nodded, my hair billowing out across the pillow. “That’s so.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his strong chest. “I think that can be accommodated.”

He flicked the button on his jeans and shrugged out of them.

My head spun.

One of the most sought-after bachelors in the world was standing in front of me. Hard. Ready. Wanting me.

All the reservations and questions I’d been feeling flew out the window.

I climbed to my knees and met him at the edge of the bed.

I pressed my mouth to the bristling muscle of his chest. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here…in this place…with you.”

Hot hands scraped over my shoulders. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”

“I still don’t get that, but I’ll take it.” It was almost a tease.

He laughed, the sound a lure. “Oh, you’re going to take it, all right.”

Shivers danced, and I started kissing down his chest, over the hard, hard planes of his six-pack that flexed and bunched beneath my lips. My tongue licked out for a taste.