When I woke the next morning to the thin light filtering through the window opposite the bed, it took me a moment to work out where the hell I was. And then, as he stirred next to me and turned over, the night before came back.

Even though I hadn’t had more than a glass or two of wine, I felt as though most of the night was still a blur for me. It had all been…hell, it had been more than I had ever dreamed could happen to me.

The whole night had been…it had been something plucked straight out of a fantasy that I would have written off as impossible for someone like me. But, as I carefully turned I saw the man in bed next to me, and it all came flooding back. All of it. In toe curling flashes.

It had all happened.

I had come so many times that I had lost track of the what and the how and where he had fucked me. It had started on the counter, when he had buried his face between my legs and made me come with his tongue. Then he had flipped me around to take me from behind. And then, just when I thought we were done and he was going to boot me out, he laid me down in this bed and climbed on top of me once more and…mmm. Yeah. All of that stuff had happened. Him on top, me on top, me blowing him, him eating me out, making me come with his fingers, his cock, his mouth...

Never, ever in my entire life, had there been anything like the way this played out. The chemistry between us was something I had never imagined actually existed before he had pushed me up against the door and kissed me last night. Before I had tasted his tongue in my mouth I would never have believed this kind of passion was real.

I had assumed that my attraction to him sprang from the fact that I couldn’t have him, and that he was just blowing off some steam with some chick he thought was cute, but this was something else entirely. It crackled in the air the whole night long as our hands hungrily explored every part of our bodies until we were both beyond exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

But now that I was awake, in the bright light on the day after, and in this hotel room with a man I barely knew, I couldn’t help but feel more than a little embarrassed. I had never done anything like this for a reason, and that was because I had no clue how to handle the morning after.

I looked at my dress, my underwear, my shoes, all strewn around the room, and my heart sank when I realized that I was going to have to walk home in them. Everyone would know that I’d stayed out all night.

Damn, but I couldn’t stay here; he was going  back to America, and I wasn’t going to hang about and make a fool of myself pretending that there was a hope in hell he might stick around a little longer for someone like me.

I snuck around the room, gathering myself, and wondered if the doors downstairs were even open yet. Maybe I’d have to hang around until someone came and opened them up for me. How mortifying…

“Hey.”

A voice from the bed caught me off-guard, and I turned to find Chad smiling sleepily at me. His hair was a mess but his body was as flawless as ever, even more so now that I could actually see it in the light of the sun filtering in.

I chewed on my bottom lip. He has suck on it so much last night it was feeling a little raw, but I didn’t care. I would permanently be biting my lip while he was around just to keep from groaning at how damn hot he always looked. Those sculpted abs, that taut chest, his strong arms…

“Where do you think you’re going?” He climbed out of bed, stood, and stretched. Oh my! I bit my lip again. Yes, he was stark naked and his enormous cock was already stirring to life, despite the fact that we couldn’t have been asleep more than a few hours.

“I was headed home.” I gestured towards the door, lowering my gaze, suddenly more than a little embarrassed for him to be seeing me like this. In the harsh light of day, no doubt, he would be wondering why the hell he had taken me to bed when he could have had any one of the stunning women who had been at his show the night before.

“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow, came towards me, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and buried his face in my neck. “You got somewhere else to be, baby?”

“No,” I admitted, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of him so close to me one last time. It stung, knowing that I would have to leave him soon, but I knew it would have been stupid of me to stay.

“Then why the big rush?” he asked, pressing his mouth against my shoulder and grinding against me. I could feel myself getting aroused again, and those thoughts of insecurity and worry slid out of my head like so much wet paint.

“I don’t want to hold you up,” I said. “You have to go back soon…”

“Not that soon,” he replied, slipping his hand down and letting it rest on my lower belly. He skimmed his fingers over my bush and I felt another jolt of desire lance through me. And there I was thinking I’d tapped out my reserves of pure lust after all we did the night before. But it was still there, that chemistry, as rich and intense as it had been the night before.

That didn’t happen often.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be waiting around for you to go,” I admitted softly. It was true. When he went, I had to go back to my life, to the reality of no job and a best friend who treated me like shit, but who would probably try to find some way to slide back into my life when this was all over.

“Then don’t,” he suggested. “Come back with me.”

“What?” I stared at him in shock.

“Come with me,” he repeated.

“Yeah, right,” I said with a grin, as if I appreciated his joke. I would have loved to go back with him, but there was no way in hell he would pick up some woman he’d spent one night with and whisk her all the way back across the world with him.

“I’m not kidding,” he replied, and I turned to face him. I was surprised at how unselfconscious I felt, even exposed in the light like this with him. Normally I would be doing everything I could to cover myself up, but he kept his hand on my waist and held me in close.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, brushing my nose against his softly and closing my eyes, letting myself get lost in this fantasy of him for a few more moments yet.

“I mean, come back with me to America.” He pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes. There wasn’t a hint of mockery in them. “I’ll pay. Just for a while…until we figure this thing between us out.”

“I…” I stared at him for a long moment. I had no job to go back to, my best friend had proved herself to be a completely selfish bitch, and this gorgeous man with whom I’d shared the craziest night of my life had just invited me to travel across the world with him, on his dollar.

I blinked at him. No. I couldn’t. I didn’t know him from Adam. Could I?

I had told myself that I couldn’t do this. That I couldn’t go to this show, or stand up to Eleanor, or get up on stage with him, or touch him, or make love to him, but I had done all of that. And it had brought me here. Why the hell should I stop now? With a rush of nerves and excitement, I nodded.

“I’ll do it,” I agreed, a smile half-a-mile wide spreading over my face.

“Seriously?” His face lit up. “You’ll come back with me?”

“Just for a while,” I warned. “Just to see how it goes-”

“Obviously,” he scooped me off my feet and laid me down on the bed, and slid on top of me. Instantly, my heart-rate went through the roof. Nuzzling into my neck, he continued. “Just for a while or,” he repeated my words back to me.

Then began to kiss down my chest and over my stomach, and before I knew it, I was completely lost to this man once more. I wasn’t sure whether I had just made an amazing decision or a bat-shit crazy one, but in the throes of ecstasy, as if from far away I heard his voice say, “Just for a while, or until you get it, that you are mine. All mine. Forever.”