Page 29 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

Carmen watches me, her chest rising and falling a little faster now, and I can tell her breath has caught. When I reach her, she stands, the movement slow and hesitant, as if she’s waiting for what comes next.

I lean down, close enough that my lips almost graze her ear, the scent of her shampoo washing over me, making my head spin. The warmth of her body, so close to mine, sends a shiver through me, and I can barely keep myself in check.

“I’d tell you anything,” I murmur, my voice low and steady, “but only if you’re willing to share too."

I feel her shiver beneath the words, the tremor running through her like a spark jumping between us. It takes every ounce of willpower not to close the gap. The tension crackles between us, drawing me closer, impossible to resist her.

She sucks in a sharp breath, and whether it’s my words or the heat between us, I can’t tell. I force myself to step back, to give her space—a futile effort because the moment I retreat, she steps forward, closing the distance again. Her eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that knocks the breath out of my lungs.

Her gaze is piercing, searching. My chest tightens as her hand moves toward me, trembling slightly as she presses her palm to my cheek. The softness of her touch catches me off guard, and a breath hitches in my throat.

Her fingers drift down the rough stubble of my jaw, a slow, deliberate exploration that sets every nerve in my body on fire. Each soft graze, each delicate touch, feels like a countdown to something I’ve wanted for longer than I care to admit. She traces the hard lines of my chest, and I can barely breathe. I’m afraid to move, afraid that one small shift will break whatever fragile spell we’ve fallen under.

My breath comes out in shallow, ragged waves, but she doesn’t stop. Her hand skims lower until it rests on my stomach, the muscles clenching under her fingertips as if her touch commands my every response.

“What’s happening here, Sunshine?” I ask, my voice rough with need, eyes darkening with the desire I’m barely holding back.

Carmen doesn’t respond. Instead, she lets her hand drop away. The absence of her touch almost painful, and my entire body aches with the loss. We’re close, too close, inches away from something dangerous. My pulse pounds in my ears, matchingthe frantic rhythm of my breath. Then she lifts her eyes to mine, and that’s it—I’m done waiting.

Before either of us can second-guess, I close the space between us. My mouth meets hers in a kiss that’s soft yet urgent, like a match striking flame. The instant our lips connect, everything else falls away—the room, the noise, the tension. It’s just her. And me. I feel her hesitation melt into the kiss, and the world tilts as I lose myself in the warmth of her mouth, in the way she responds like she’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have. It’s raw, unfiltered, like we’ve been starved for this and only now have permission to devour each other.

She taunts me with the way she presses back, silently urging me to take more. And I do. My hands grip her waist, pulling her closer, erasing the space between us. Her body fits against mine like it belongs there, and I can feel every breath she takes.

Fire and softness intertwine in her touch, her scent wrapping around me, making it impossible to think straight. Her hands move over my chest, hesitant but searching, as if she’s testing how much control she’s willing to give up.

I deepen the kiss, and her soft gasp shoots through me, stirring something primal. My hand tangles in her hair, angling her head as I take more. This isn’t just a kiss—it’s an unraveling.

When I pull back for a breath, her fingers tighten on the back of my neck, dragging me back to her. The kiss grows hungrier, more desperate, and I’m lost in it—the feel of her lips, the way her body molds against mine.

My heart pounds hard enough that I know she can feel it. She’s the reason it’s racing.

When we finally pull apart, I’m breathless, my forehead resting against hers. That kiss was more than I expected—intense, raw, and everything I didn’t know I needed. I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

Her eyes flutter open, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, and the look she gives me is one I’ll never forget. A mix of awe, confusion, and deep, unmistakable desire.

She presses trembling fingers to her lips as if she can’t believe what just happened. I swallow hard, trying to regain some control over the pounding in my chest, but I know—we’re both caught in this moment, tangled up in something we can’t ignore.

The silence between us crackles with unspoken words. There’s so much we need to say, but neither of us can find the right words. Not now. Not after that.

“I…” Carmen starts, her voice barely a whisper, but I gently press a finger to her lips, shaking my head. We both need a minute to process what just happened.

She stares at me, her breathing still uneven, and I can feel the weight of everything we just unleashed hanging between us.

“Later,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “We’ll talk later.”

For now, I just want to hold on to this feeling. The way her lips felt on mine, the way her body fit against me so perfectly. I know this moment has changed everything between us, but I don’t want to analyze it yet. All I want is more.

Reluctantly, I take a step back, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching for her again. “I should probably go,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended.

She nods, but doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t move to see me out the front door. Which is good, because I’m more than ready to prove to her that there’s nothing to regret about that kiss. Thankfully, life is working in my favor and we’ll be stuck together for a few days with her family.

That kiss made me feel more in under a minute than I’ve felt for a long while.I’ve kissed plenty of women before, but this was different. With Carmen, I feel a connection I’ve never experienced. If anything, this makes me want to fight harder for her.

One thing I know for certain. I’m not letting Carmen slip away. When I set my sights on something—whether in music or life—I pursue it with unwavering focus.

And right now, all I want is her.

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