Page 107 of Cherry Beats

I’m in Paris with Youth Gone Wild.

I’m in Paris with Presley.

As I repeated these three things over and over again in my mind, a slow smile came to life, and my shoulders relaxed.

I’m in Paris.

I’m in Paris with Youth. Gone. Freakin’. Wild.

I’m in Paris with my Presley.

“This is fucking crazy,” I chuckled to myself, eyes closed as I sucked in a breath through the water falling over my face.

“I think it’s fucking beautiful.”

Gasping, I opened my eyes and blinked against the water, seeing Presley sitting on the countertop of the sink. His body was leaning against the mirror, and he had one leg crossed over the other knee as he studied me with narrowed eyes and a sadistic smirk on his face.

“Hey, Cherry,” he said smoothly.

“How did you get in here? I locked the door.”

“Shh. Let me look at you.”

His eyes trailed down my soapy, wet body. Presley leaned forward, pressing his hands into the edge of the counter before he jumped down, the creak of his leather jacket as he grew closer making my heart beat even faster.

He slid a glass door open before he planted both of his hands high on the frame and studied me some more.

“I think watching you in the shower is my new favourite thing to do,” he admitted with pure seduction dripping from his voice. He looked up at me through hooded eyes, and a strand of his sunshine hair fell forward.

“Nothing to stop you from joining me, rock star.”

His smirk turned into an enthusiastic smile, those beautiful blue eyes of his flashing with delight. “Water ruins leather.”

“Shame.” I grinned back, reaching to the side to pick up the shower gel. I’d already washed my body, but he didn’t need to know that, so I poured some gel into the palm of my hand, dropped the bottle and began to wash my naked skin. I ran my hands over my tight stomach, practically able to feel the knot that gripped me as he watched, his eyes ablaze and his tongue poking out to trail over his bottom lip. The slip and slide of my hands made me seem graceful for once, and when I reached up to run them over my breasts, I gave each one a gentle squeeze, rolling my head back and parting my lips to let out a small moan of pleasure.

“Fuck it,” he growled.

His leather jacket fell to the floor without concern, and he was pulling his loose T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside in a second, followed by him stripping out of his skin-tight jeans. Presley moved quickly, stepping into the shower with urgency and wrapping his arms tightly around my body, squeezing me to him like he wanted to make us one person instead of two. I could barely catch a breath with my arms pressed against his chest, my eyes wide as I stared up at his handsome face. I was on tiptoes, standing on shaky legs in his arms, feeling weak and vulnerable, yet powerful from the desire I saw shining back at me.

When it was like this, just the two of us, no outside noise and no concern for real life, we were invincible. His intentions were pure, and his thoughts devilish. I’d never seen anyone look at a woman the way Presley looked at me, and despite all my desires to be an independent woman who relied on nobody but herself, he made me want to surrender my entire life to follow him and be by his side.

“Having you here feels better than any drink I could ever drink or any drug I could ever take.” His fingertips pulsed over my skin, his biceps twitching and curling tighter around me. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I whispered back.

“For taking a chance on me. For not letting your doubts win this time.”

“Let’s hope I don’t regret it.” I smiled.

Presley leaned closer, brushing his lips over mine and staring straight into my eyes. “The only thing I’m going to make you regret is not following me sooner.”

He kissed me hard, his lips attacking mine and leaving me breathless. Presley pushed me back, and my spine hit the hard tiles of the shower, forcing a groan to fall free before he hoisted me up in his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so strong, so powerful and in control, he could hold me upright without much effort, making me feel safe and secure as I towered above him and the water fell around us.

“I would spend my whole life in a shower fucking you like this if I could,” he panted, his eyes searching mine before he slid into me without warning. My mouth parted and my body tensed as I accepted him, enjoying the stretch and thrill of pleasure that burst through me. Screwing was great, but that first thrust inside was always one of my favourite moments: the small pause, the fire that ignited, and the clenching of every muscle within my body that allowed everything else to come to life.

Presley moved with delicious timing, the powerful rhythm he built making me see stars and my body tingle. Every time he circled his arse and drove up inside me, my toes curled, and my back arched, pushing onto him as though too much was never enough. My nails dug into his broad shoulders—warm, strong shoulders I’d dreamt about and admired for years. The heat grew and our passion soared, reaching new heights until I became so intoxicated by him, the thought of shouting out my love for him took over every thought I had.

“Never let me go,” I whispered suddenly.

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