Page 32 of Hollywood

Oh no.

That was bad enough but waking up in his arms, his soft breaths blowing the hair at the nape of my neck was like something out of this world. He wasn’t just a master in the bedroom, he was incredible in all ways and my heart was doing donkey kicks to get closer to him.

Tobecloser to him.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he grumbled and pressed a kiss to my temple before he pulled me flush against his chest.

“Does it matter that I was thinking about how good you made me feel last night? And this morning?” I laughed and snuggled closer to his heat, to his hard muscles that made me want things I shouldn’t, but absolutely did.

“Maybe. Tell me more.”

My lips curled into a grin, and I pushed against his beautiful body. “It was amazing, Hollywood. You gave me exactly what I needed, and I didn’t have to ask for it, only beg.”

His cock lengthened against my body. “I love to hear you beg.”

“And I love to beg for your cock. For the way you fuck me. It’s delicious and I don’t care about begging.” It was more honesty than I was used to with anyone but Luisa, and it felt good. Refreshing. Invigorating. “It felt good waking up like this in your arms,” I admitted sheepishly.

His arm tightened around me, and his lips touched my flesh again. “But?” He laughed. “I heard thebutin that sentence.”

“But,” I sighed and pressed my lips to his chest before I dared to meet his gaze. “I’m worried this is all fake and you’re going to hurt me worse than the people trying to hurt me.”

His sigh was heavy, the warm breath washed over my flesh and wrapped around me. “It’s not fake, Winter. This isn’t just some crazy hot fuck to me. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. Or Winston.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head again. “I wouldn’t do that to either of you. Hell I wouldn’t do that to myself.”

His words sent a rush of warmth through me. I wondered if he was feeling what I was feeling. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I wouldn’t risk my friendship with Winston for anything less than the real thing.”

I gasped, unwilling to let myself accept his words at face value. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I know. I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Winter. I’m not in the habit of making my life more complicated than necessary but you are a complication I didn’t anticipate and I’m not willing to give you up.”

“For now,” I added just as much for myself as for him. I needed to remind myself that this was temporary, that it had an expiration date even if I didn’t know the exact date it would end.

“I can’t predict the future Winter but the one fucking thing I know is that I when the future arrives, I want you at my side and in my bed.”

God how I wanted to believe his words. How I wanted them to be true, but I couldn’t. I was young and some might call me naïve, but I knew when I was involved in a losing battle, even if I didn’t know exactly what to do about it. “I want that too, I really do. But we can’t ignore the elephant in the room, namely my dad. And the fact that you,” I stopped because I couldn’t bring myself to finish those words.

“That I, what, Winter?” He stared at me and gripped me tight. “Say it. That I’m a criminal?”

I balled my hand into a fist and socked him right in the chest. “No you asshole, your life is so different and exciting. The fact that you’ll get bored soon enough and move on is what worries me.”

“Or,” he kissed that spot on my neck just below my ear. “Maybe you’ll get tired of an old man like me. Maybe you’ll break my heart. Didn’t consider that did you?”

“No, of course not.”

“That’s your first mistake.” His tongue flicked against my collar bone before it sank into the hollow in my throat. “I can’t stop thinking about you Winter. Can’t stop wanting you. I am fucking obsessed with you.”

My heart raced inside my chest. “How obsessed?”

“I’m already dreaming about you. Again.”

His words made me shiver. “But why me? I’m nothing special.”

“Bullshit. You are,” he sighed and raked his hands through his hair. “Every fucking thing, Winter.

Another shaky breath escaped lips. “What are you saying Hollywood? I needed to hear the words explicitly before my heart got carried away.

“I’m saying,” he drew me closer and pressed a whisper-soft kiss to my lips. “That I like you,” He kissed one corner and then the other of my mouth. “I like you a lot.” He kissed my jaw. “I like you naked with your curves and raspberry pink nipples on display. I like you fully clothed and with a smart mouth.”

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