I fuckingloveher voice.
I’m so hard my balls are aching. I need to take the edge off. Clear my mind so I can be sharp and focused if she needs me.
I’m doing this for her.
I close my eyes, fisting my cock, and my mind floods with a thousand images. Her sweet breasts tucked inside that sleek little nightgown, her nipples taut behind the sheer fabric. Her incredible ass in that dress. Her breasts pressed against me as we danced.
Her slippery skin is right under my fingertips. I’m touching her everywhere. Tasting her lips and her neck and her breasts. And when she kneels to take my cock, her greens eyes are peering up at me—hungry with need—as I fuck her beautiful face.
Harper…
Fuck, she feels so good.
“That’s right,” I whisper, my hand working furiously.
That’s right.
Chapter 11
Harper
Ican’t sleep.
Even with the headphones and the sleep mask, I can’t settle my mind after all the excitement tonight. But it’s not the paparazzi and the threat of the stalker that’s got me all worked up.
It’s Chase. I can’t stop thinking about the way we were dancing together. How he was moving on that dance floor. He could feel the music the same way I feel it. Like it was in his bones. Even the male backup dancers we use in the show can’t do what he was doing with me. He oozed sexuality. Smooth and confident. And when the two of us were moving together, we were unstoppable.
He held my hips as we danced, and I felt a sizzle between us. Pure electricity, and there was no mistaking the fact that he felt it too. When the song was over—when he bent to kiss me—the heat in his eyes was searing.
I wanted that kiss. So badly.
Istillwant it.
I’ve never had a connection like this with anyone before. It feels deeper than a new friendship or some silly hookup.
It feels real.
And yet, here I am, alone in this bed. I wasn’t coy about the fact I wanted to be intimate with him tonight. But he shot me down. If he felt the same, he’d be here with me right now. There’s nothing stopping him.
Unless it’s his sense of duty and responsibility getting in the way.
But even if that were the case, how could it ever work between us? I leave tomorrow, and his life is here. I already know my life isn’t compatible with romance. I’ve proven that over and over again.
I toss and turn for minutes on end, then give up and throw the blankets and everything else off to go make another cup of tea—Garrett brought back the kind Chase bought me. But when I step out of the room, Chase is in the shower. He’s playing music in there, but I can’t hear well enough to tell what it is.
Hmm. I wonder what he’s into?
I tiptoe closer, pressing my ear to the door to see if I can tell. And… It’sme.
Chase is in that bathroom right now listening to the biggest hit off my last album: “Maybe You Didn’t Know.”
I’m in shock. He said he’d never even heard my music. But is he secretly a fan?
Huh.
I start back to the kitchen but stop in my tracks when Chase starts singing. Not the humming along kind of singing—he’s belting out the chorus like a fricking boss. I can’t believe my ears.
He’s incredible.
