Page 74 of Cherry Beats

“Absofuckinlutely.”

“Presley…”

“More, Cherry. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Fuck! Fine! Yeah, I thought I could block you out, move on, create a life that didn’t involve me pining for you while you toured and rocked the whole damn world without me, because it was just one night we spent together, and that shit shouldn’t have mattered. One night shouldn’t have mattered, and I should be able to get over it already.” I stopped and sucked in a breath, pouring it all out the very next second. “But I can’t. I can’t, and there’s nothing I can do now but admit the truth. I’ve been fantasising about you for half my life, long before you even knew I existed, Presley, and it just sucked like hell that the reality of you was so much better than anything I could have dreamed of. So here I am, at your feet, saying sorry to you, to me, to us, and hoping like fuck I don’t live to regret it in the morning.”

I tried to swallow back the gigantic confession, but my apologies were shining off Presley’s smug face as he looked back at me and set his shit-eating grin free.

“It’s already morning,” he said quietly.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d like that. Very much.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was unable to stop the twitching of my mouth as my smile curled up on one side.

“But not yet,” he added, pulling my attention back to him. “I want to screw you, baby. I really do. But do you know what I want more than anything in the world right now? More than music, more than whiskey, more than sex?” His thumbs brushed the apples of my cheeks again as he dropped his forehead to rest against mine. “I want to go to sleep. I want to sleep with you… in my bed. Naked. I want to rest and know you’re going to be there when I wake up.”

The man was a wizard, toying with my wants, needs, and emotions until I was upside down and back to front for him, liking everything he liked… wanting everything he wanted… wishing for all his wishes.

“I’m so tired, Cherry,” he whispered.

“I know, rock star,” I whispered right back, my hands resting on the edge of his jeans and giving it a gentle tug. “I know.”

“Come lie with me.”

I nodded softly.

He guided me to his bed, pulling me along, our eyes never breaking contact. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he stopped and let my hands fall free. Watching Presley begin to undress was one of the most sensual things I’d ever witnessed. The lighting of the room seemed to focus on every perfect ridge in his stomach and make the curves of his biceps shine for me. I tried to look as seductive as he did when I started to find the edge of my top to peel off, but he was soon standing in his boxer shorts, pressing his hands against mine and shaking his head.

“Let me do that,” he demanded softly.

He undressed me slowly, the edges of his fingertips catching every sensitive part of my skin, coating me with goosebumps and quiet excitement. Presley bent to untie my boots, and he carefully peeled them off my feet, looking up at me while on bended knee, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he did. It brought an instant smile to my face.

There wasn’t a fantasy from the records of my mind that would ever compare to the reality of being with him like this. The tender moments and the unspoken words somehow meant more to me than the rampant sex and the filthy promises he was capable of whispering in my ear. I knew the latter was what the other women of the world wanted from him—I wanted that, too—but I’d been lucky enough to experience both, and knowing I was one of the few who got to see the gentle side of the man who hit things for a living… it was pretty fucking special.

He was slowly sliding my jeans down my legs when I found myself pushing my fingers into the thickness of his hair, tugging his head back. His lips parted in surprise, innocent eyes staring up at me.

“I can’t wait to fall asleep with you,” I whispered down on him.

Presley’s smiled seductively and stripped me of my jeans.

When he stood tall again, I unclasped my bra and rid myself of it without concern. I slipped my fingertips into the edges of my underwear, and I watched him watching me as I slowly slid them down and let them fall to the floor.

Presley swallowed harshly, his eyes trailing up my body, resting on my tits for a while before he raised his hand, cupped my neck and brought me closer to him. He lowered his mouth, brushing his lips against my cheek.

“Get into our bed, Cherry.”

“Our bed?”

“You better believe it.”

His free hand cupped his dick, rearranging it in his boxer shorts, and I knew he was hard without even having to see the wonder of it for myself.

I did as I was told, slipping past him to go to the bed, trailing my soft palm along the perfection of his abs and feeling them contract against me as I wandered away. Pulling the white, cotton duvet back, I climbed in and lay on my side, waiting for him to join me. He removed his boxers, and when he walked around his side of the bed, my eyes immediately fell to his huge erection standing proudly.

“You sure you don’t want to do something about that?”

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