Page 28 of Hard Rock Tease
"No." He didn't look up from making notes on the paper. "I usually sleep with models or actresses or other musicians."
"Not fans?"
He snorted. "Hell 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 narrowed his eyes 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.
Chapter Ten
That wasour routine for the next few weeks. Noah and I would try to compose. He would get upset and frustrated. He'd pounce on me and make me come until I was screaming. Then he'd run off and go back to work, sated and energized.
After that first time, it had been impossible for me to turn him down. All he had to do waslookat me and I gave in. I knew I should have tried to convince him to keep our relationship professional. Tried to convince him I could forget about what we had done if he could.
I didn't want to forget. The feeling of his lips on mine, his fingers on my bare skin.
Now that I knew how good Noah was in bed, I didn't have it in me to turn him down.
"Let's go out," Noah suggested abruptly later that week, cutting me off as I was suggesting we try working on the chorus again.
"Out where?" I asked.
"Anywhere. I'm going stir crazy. I need a change of scenery."
"Like a field trip?" My heartbeat sped up. Going somewhere in public with Noah. Like… a date? "Do we need a chaperone?" I joked.
"If you want your chaperone to watch as I fuck you in public, sure."
I choked. "Is that the kind of outing you're thinking of? Going off to have sex in public?"
"I'm not planning on it. I'm just not ruling it out." He eyed me slowly. "I can't always say no to those fantastic tits of yours."
"How romantic. Really Noah. You're such a sweetheart."
"You picked the wrong guy to fuck if you want romance."
"I'm aware."
He grabbed his leather jacket and shoved his wallet in his jeans. "I need a drink."
