“No. They all think having sex with me means they're going to be the one girl who captures my heart." The words were practically dripping with disgust. "They all think it means they know me."
"I want to get to know you, Noah," I said quietly.
He craned his neck around and stared at me, not saying anything.
"The real you. Will you let me?"
He set the papers on the nightstand and crawled back over the bedsheets to loom over me. He held both my wrists down, pressing them into the mattress.
"I'll show you how you can get to know me," he murmured against my lips before capturing them in a blistering kiss.
Although I was still exhausted, both emotionally and physically, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, letting it tangle with mine.
Even as he fucked me again, slower this time but just as intense, I was torn.
I was using my body to get ahead in my career, wasn't I? That thought almost drove me crazy.
But Noah seemed to respect my opinion. He said I was talented. I wanted to continue working with him on the song. Could we really sleep together and still keep things professional?
It was too late now. I'd finally had a taste of Noah Fucking Hart.
I knew one taste was never going to be enough.
