A moan escaped my lips and I wrapped one leg around his waist. My enthusiasm even surprised me. But I wanted him—here and now. He sucked on my bottom lip before he pulled away.
“What’s your answer?”
Now I realized what he was doing. “That isn’t fair.”
“All is fair in love and war.”
What a jackass. I stared at his lips and desperately wanted more—a lot more. Perhaps my judgment was clouded, but if his bedroom skills were as good as that kiss, then I definitely wasn’t going to say no. I needed to fall into another person and let go without any worry or fear of where it might end. With this arrangement, there was no fear or hurt or sorrow. It was safe. And that’s exactly what I needed.
I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine, wanting to devour him. “Yes. God, yes.”
Chapter Ten
Cash Matthews
I was a very happy man. I seduced my sexy musician and now she was mine. All mine. In my mind, I rubbed my hands together greedily, excited to play with my new toy. And I wasn’t sharing her with anyone.
I’ve kissed a lot of women, more than I can count, but the kiss I shared with Prudence shattered my mind. My fingertips were lit on fire, my heart raced painfully, and my cock had never been harder. Her lips fit mine perfectly. She’s delicious and tasty. God, I could kiss that musical angel all day. And I wanted more of her, all of her.
I sat up and pulled her next to me, my arm resting over her shoulders. Now she was snuggled into me, right where she belonged. I wanted to kiss her for the entire ride, but having a permanent boner would get painful after a while. When I was with this girl, I felt like I was on Viagra all the time.
When we arrived at the Staples Center, we handed our tickets over and took our seats in the fifth row. I was lucky to have so many friends in high places. Of course, I had to give my buddy something in exchange—two tickets to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. But what the hell? They were free anyway.
I saw the excitement in Prudence’s eyes as we waited for the show to start. She was squirming in her seat, unable to sit still. I stared at her, entertained by her beauty and quirks. She reminded me of an exotic tiger. I was the customer staring through the glass, watching her saunter across the cage. I was in awe of my tigress. I wondered how wild she’d be in bed.
“This is just the beginning, baby.”
She turned to me. “Baby?”
“That’s what I’m calling you from now on.”
“And what do I call you?” Her hand moved to my thigh, squeezing gently. A quiet moan escaped my lips. I wanted her to dig her nails into my back and ask me to fuck her harder.
There I go again. I needed to stop this obsession.
“You can call me anything you want.”
“This could get interesting…”
I smiled. “Take your time.”
She tapped her fingers against her chin. She even made that look sexy. How? I had no idea. When she chewed her lip lightly, I wanted to bend her over and take her then and there. I was never this much of a pervert, but with her, I had a serious problem.
The concert started, and Prudence immediately jumped. She sang along with every song, swaying back and forth. I admired Adele’s remarkable vocals, but when I listened to Prudence beside me, I realized she could harmonize with anything. Her talent was unprecedented, and I had seen a lot of talent in my line of work.
I ended up staring at her the entire time. The joy and light on her face immediately sucked me in. I could stare at her forever.
When the concert was over, Prudence was exhausted. I really wanted to get laid tonight, so taking her to a show where she’d jump around nonstop was a stupid idea.
Damn.
After we returned to the limo, we sat in traffic for a long time. That’s the worst part of LA. It didn’t matter how famous you were or how much money you had. There were certain things you couldn’t hide from. And traffic was one of those things. But Prudence made it worth it.
She wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. Judging by her slow and even breaths, I knew she was asleep. It gave me the opportunity to stare at her all I wanted, really treating her like a muse. My fingers took advantage of her vulnerable situation and glided through her hair. Each strand was silky soft. When my fingers felt her slender neck, I trembled. I wanted to trail kisses across that fair skin. Give it a mark so Gavin would see and know I was there.
Feeling her in my arms was heaven. When I saw this beautiful girl on stage, I didn’t think my charms would work. She was too perfect, too unreal. But I’m glad I could entice her to choose me, to bed me while she was here. Imagining how she would feel once I was inside her drove me insane. I wanted to feel her wetness with my cock, sliding in and out. And I wanted to watch her come, knowing exactly who was making her unravel.
I had to settle with holding her in my arms. But that wasn’t settling because I was very happy with it. The happiest guy in the world, actually. Most of my companions were tolerable, but they were still clingy and annoying. But not Prudence. She was smart, fascinating, witty, and fun. I actually enjoyed spending time with her.
When we returned to her apartment, my driver opened the door and I carried Prudence inside. I walked slowly so I could feel her as long as possible. I wanted to take her to my place and lay her in my bed, but I thought that was too presumptuous. And the last thing I wanted to do was chase her away. I would die from longing.
I tapped on the door with my knuckles and waited for an answer. There was a fifty percent chance it would be Desi or Mason. I sincerely hoped the odds were in my favor. But when the door opened, I realized I should never gamble. Of course, it was Gavin.
He stared at Prudence in my arms. “Is she okay?” The anger escaped his voice.
“She’s asleep,” I whispered. “We had too much fun at the concert.” I knew what my meaning implied but I did it on purpose. Instead of waiting for him to invite me in, I stepped inside and moved to the hallway. When I looked through the open doorway, I saw a stuffed teddy bear on one of the beds. I assumed this was the girl’s room. I carried her inside and set her on the bed.
She stretched then opened her eyes, still half asleep. “Did I fall asleep?” She pulled her hair out of her face.
I smiled, bewitched by her unparalleled beauty.
“I’m sorry.”
I kneeled by her bed then cupped her face. “There’s no need for an apology.” I kept my voice to a whisper, keeping her calm.