Page 36 of Beyond the Fame

I tap my fingers on my thigh.

Don't think about it.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t think about it.

You want to do this. You want her. Will she want this too?

I nearly lose my mind before arriving on my floor. I sprint down the hallway, sweating as I scan my card and enter the room. The door shuts behind me and I pause with my hands on my hips to catch my breath.

Rebecca stands at the door to her room, holding a bottle of water halfway to her mouth, frozen by my odd behavior. She’s wearing the hotel-provided slippers and robe. I wonder if she’s naked underneath. Her hair is down, not wet, so she doesn’t appear freshly showered.

Good, because I’m about to get her dirty.

I stalk towards her, and she steps back. The door frame stops her from getting away from me.

“I’m going to kiss you, Rebecca. Right now. Right fucking now. If you don’t want me to kiss you, say it.”

I snatch the water from her and toss it across the room, not even caring that it spills out and soaks the floor. My hands reach out to cup her face in my palms. My mouth hovers over hers.

“Say it,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to say it.”

“You want me to kiss you?”

“God yes.”

My lips capture hers—hungry, messy, desperate. I swoop my tongue inside, exploring every inch of her mouth. She tastes like sweet wine. She lets out a quiet little hum and fists the fabric of my shirt to bring me closer to her until our bodies fuse.

I thread my fingers into her hair and tighten my hold on the strands to tilt her head back so I can move my kisses away from her mouth, down her chin to her neck. Her skin radiates sweetness—cherry blossoms and peaches.

My other hand snakes around her waist and finds her ass. I squeeze firmly before sucking hard on the skin of her neck, desperate to leave a mark.

She groans.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“What else do you like?” I ask as I perfect this hickey.

She removes my hand from her ass and guides it behind the fabric of the robe to her breast.

“Touch me, Jensen.”

I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, but first, the robe has to go.

I curl my fingers over the thick belt. “May I?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods, her breathing labored and pupils blown out.

I untie it slowly, never glancing away from Rebecca’s ocean blue eyes. Once the robe is loose, I let it fall off her body. Her nipples pebble and goosebumps rise over her skin.

Rebecca Taylor is naked before me.

I step back to admire her. Her body is a piece of art. She tries to cover her stomach and I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it. I move her arms out of the way.

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