Dinner was amazing, even with the call from my mother and the media. We had a breakthrough, or at least I hope we did when she opened up about her hopes and fears for marine biology.
At first, she gutted me when she said Vinny was safe. But once she explained, it made sense, and I feel worlds better today. Even with that, I need to know more about this Vinny guy. I’m getting Otto to do a background check.
In my brief ten years in the limelight, we’ve had to learn some harsh lessons about human nature, and we can never be too careful. Chances are Vinny has no clue that she’s with me or that I’m famous, but that doesn’t mean he’s not some scumbag looking for something more from her.
Pushing away the negative thoughts and the possibility of this being bad, I focus on the way Pansy’s face shone when she talked about her classes. She was happy, even when talking about how frustrating it is to not be in the water.
We’re now on the deck outside her room, having a nightcap after our fantastic evening. Pansy walks out in sleep shorts and matching tank, ready for bed. Fuck me.
A tease of a smile plays on her bow-shaped lips, and matching her playfulness with my own, I wink and twitch my lips up. I curl my finger for her to come to me. I want to do this right and take my time, but even so, I can’t help myself.
When I decided to quit the band, I hadn’t considered what would be next, just that I needed out. I wanted an end to the lifestyle; something vital was missing. Now, having met Pansy, fuck, as crazy as it sounds, I think she could help me find the answer. She could be the answer.
Still, I’ve got no clue what that means, and if I told her, it would scare the shit out of her. It does me. I drink her in as she stands there. I love the cute-as-fuck shorts, showcasing her long, bronzed legs. I open my thighs, inviting her closer, and once she’s there, I rest my hand on her slender hips, tugging her to me. I situate her between my legs and heat radiates off her, as does a fresh, clean scent.
Taking both her hands, I hold them between us and she nibbles on her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, and her warm hazel eyes are questioning. Unable to take much more, I haul her onto my lap. With a shallow, breathy gasp, her hold tightens as she struggles to right herself.
Releasing one of her hands, I swing my arm around her waist and drag her against my chest. She straddles me and our gazes darken. If I were a betting man, I’d wager we’re both thinking about that night in the car on the road. She was on my lap, chest-to-chest, making out.
That invisible and mighty pull that bloomed not long after we met has been simmering under the surface for weeks, drawing us together.
Our lips find each other; oddly, she’s reticent, tentative, the opposite of the look she just gave me. Her kiss is soft and gentle, chaste, but it isn’t enough. I want more. My tongue breaks through her closed lips with ease, her willingness evident.
Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and I’m finally able to put a name to this weird, insistent hunger I’ve had since we first met. Longing. I’ve been craving her taste, wanting another chance to kiss her, to have her in my arms.
Pansy’s hands clutch my shoulders, fingers burrowing into my flesh as her mouth and tongue take on an urgency, probing and tasting me.
She feels it too. Her craving is present, taking hold in the way she rocks back and forth on my lap, her fingers clawing at my body like she wants to climb inside.
And her mouth, shit, that sweet as fuck mouth. Kissing’s not enough for her, she again intends to consume me from the outside in, and she’s driving me fucking crazy. But most of all, her sex rubbing my hardening cock is both amazing and agonizing.
Gripping her hips to stop her momentum, she gradually settles on me; the brightness in her doe eyes diminishes, and a frown clouds her pretty features.
Mistaking my clenched jaw for distaste instead of my attempt to keep my arousal in check, she tries to escape my lap. Not a chance. Clamping her waist, I pull her to me, our lips not even an inch apart.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
“Silas, I… ah, I got carried away.”
“We both did. As much as I want nothing more than to have you, we’re doing this right.”
I won’t treat her like the nameless and forgettable groupies that I’ve fucked. I have no clue what the future holds but dammit, there is something here. Our chemistry is fucking amazing. Our meeting was an immediate spark, and since then, it’s only grown and intensified.
It doesn’t matter if we’re laughing, kissing or fighting, we’re on fire, and I want a chance at this, whatever this is. She’s easy to talk to, doesn’t take my bullshit or care that I’m famous. She likes me for me.
“I want you. So much. We could fuck right now. But...”
“Whoa, who said anything about sex?” The shrill pitch of her voice is a knife in my ear.
Clumsily, she attempts another escape and my heart races at the prospect of this going downhill. I tighten my hold.
“Exactly, no fucking. We’re going to do this right.” My sharp tone causes a tiny pause in her struggle, but she soon resumes her efforts to flee.
It’s half-hearted, though. If she really wanted out of my arms, she would be, and we both know it.
“Pansy, wait. I want to wait. We’re going to take this slow. I promise you, we will only do what you’re comfortable with and when you’re ready.”
She must like what I’ve said because she smiles, nods and then snuggles into my arms. “Thank you,” she says into my neck.
“You don’t have to thank me. We’ve got all the time in the world. We’ll take our time.”
Lifting her head, she peers up at me. “I don’t want to wait too long.” Now she’s teasing. “I’m just scared.”
“Scared?” I straighten, pulling her with me.
“Not of you,” she says in a rush to reassure me. “Of us. Do you feel the intensity? The sheer power when we’re together?”
I swallow hard and nod. I thought it was just me. Closing my arms around her, I bring her to me, and she rests her head on my chest. I’m too overwhelmed to speak. I just want to hold her, and she sinks into me, wanting the same.