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  Lily was sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her dark brown hair was loose, and it was all over the place.

  The events of the previous afternoon came rushing back. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Like I fell off a cliff,” she said. She stretched her arms over her head and winced.

  He hopped up and grabbed the sample pack of Ibuprofen the doctor had left. “Here. Take two of these. I’ll get you some water.”

  She accepted the water and the pills. He helped her stand up, and she took a careful step. “I’m fine,” she said. “I just need to take a quick shower.” She looked down at her clothes. “I’m so dusty.”

  “Let me run you a warm bath. It will help your muscles relax.”

  “Thank you. That sounds really nice.”

  He got the water running at what he hoped was the right temperature and put her water glass right beside the tub. “I’ve got unopened toiletries in the cabinet for when my family visits.” He pointed at the spot where he had soap, shampoo, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and even some extra gender-neutral t-shirts and pajama pants in all different sizes.

  He wasn’t going to mention that his guests weren’t usually his family, but women he was entertaining, although few of them were usually around long enough to use the bathtub.

  “Do you need any help?” he asked.

  “No. I think I’ve got it.” She gave him a quiet smile and then closed the door in his face.

  He stood uselessly at the closed door. Jackson would be howling with laughter if he could see Garrett right then. He’d never twisted himself into knots like that to make anyone feel comfortable before. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to make sure Lily had everything she needed. The urge was fierce and it was unstoppable.

  He heard the sound of the sink tap running, and he rushed to his own bathroom and quickly showered and brushed his teeth.

  Then he stripped the sheets off the bed. He didn’t mind the sand on the sheets, but she might. He’d gotten used to having a housekeeper do this task, but growing up it had been one of his jobs and he was able to wrestle the sheets on easily.

  While she soaked, he wandered around the penthouse. He was starving, so she probably was too. He went ahead and ate a few fried eggs so she wouldn’t notice his larger-than-normal appetite. He didn’t know what she liked to eat, so he cut up some apples, put some cheese and crackers on a plate, and put it all on a tray with a bottle of sparkling water.

  Finally, he heard the door creak open, and she emerged. She found him in the kitchen. And when he looked up, his breath caught. She had on a plain gray t-shirt and black pajama pants. Her hair was wet, curling over her shoulders. And she was the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

  He laid the plate down on the table. “Would you like something to eat?”

  “That looks perfect. Thank you.” She ate while he busied himself putting things away. He was afraid of what he might say if he looked at her. He was not ready for her to go home. Not yet.

  Luckily she didn’t suggest it. Was it stupid to think she might want to stay with him a little longer?

  “That was delicious,” she said. She glanced over at the clock that read 3:45 a.m. “Do you think I could lie back down?”

  “Of course.”

  He helped her get settled again. This time he pulled the covers back for her and stepped away. And then she opened her mouth but didn’t speak.

  “Lily? Do you need something?”

  “Would you mind staying? I don’t want to be alone.”

  “Of course not.” Those were the words he wanted to hear. He headed toward the sofa, but she motioned him closer. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I could use the company.”

  Gratefully, he crawled back onto the bed and lay down. This time he didn’t hesitate. He could tell what she wanted. He pulled her into his arms, and let her snuggle close to him.

  Once her head was on his chest, she let out a contented sigh. She tipped her head up. “Your kindness means so much to me.”

  Mine. His dragon was back and more insistent than ever before.

  She wasn’t his. Not yet. But the way she tipped her head back, with her eyes half closed… She looked like she wanted him to kiss her.

  He was loath to overstep, but he wanted her. He cursed himself. He’d never been this timid with a woman in his entire life. He also was not used to watching for cues or subtle signals that meant a woman was interested. Usually they threw themselves at him. They grabbed him and said explicit things to him, so there was no gray area.

  This was all new to him. He lifted his head, just a little, and brushed his lips over Lily’s.

  Her reaction was instant. She pressed forward, sealing her lips against his. In one second, his cock was rock hard.

  He lifted her, rearranging her so she was lying flat against the pillows. With his strength, he could easily hold himself over her body without putting any weight on her sore muscles. He brushed her damp hair back from her face. “Lily. You are the most exquisite being I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  He intended to spend the right of the night showing her how true his words were. He’d somehow gotten a chance with this amazing woman, and he was not going to squander it.

  7

  Lily

  In a daze, Lily gazed up at Garrett. In such a short time, she already felt closer to him than she ever had to her ex-fiancé.

  And that alarmed her. But at that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted Garrett. And she’d had a really shitty few days. He was clearly attracted to her. She could feel the way his eyes followed her. And he had a reputation for liking women, so it wasn’t like she was stringing him along if she slept with him and then left town the following week.

  He would understand what she wanted. What she needed. She needed to feel like a woman again. Desirable. Seeing her ex with those four women who looked like models had affected her mentally more than she wanted to admit.

  And now she had the sexiest rock star on the planet in her bed. Well. It was really his bed. But she was here with him, and he’d been so sweet and so caring. It made her want him even more.

  So she’d closed her eyes, and screwed up her courage, and kissed him.

  And holy shit, he had kissed her back.

  Then he’d taken charge, lifting her up and lying her down on her back. In a flash, he was hovering over her. Against her hip, she could feel just how much he wanted her.

  Arousal burned through her body. Her senses were on fire, filled with Garrett.

  She grabbed onto him as he pressed his mouth back to hers, this time licking over her bottom lip. He smelled like fresh soap. His cool mouth tasted like peppermint. And his sculpted biceps felt like granite under her palms.

  His deep groan, paired with him rolling his hips against her, made her nearly burst out of her skin.

  He moved directly on top of her, and she lifted her hips, seeking friction. Like her, he wore thin pajama pants and she could feel how much he wanted her. It also felt like he’d been blessed in that department. He growled right into her ear. “Lily.”

  “Garrett,” she said back to him.

  He ground his hips against her, his rigid cock rubbing against her in just the right spot.

  He put his hand on her forehead and brushed the hair back again, looking directly into her eyes. Every part of him seemed completely focused on her, and her alone. She’d never felt this kind of attention before.

  “I want to make you feel good,” he said.

  “You already are,” she whispered. She’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before.

  He attacked her mouth then, with more force, taking her lower lip between his teeth and tugging. She gasped and he let go, only to cover her lips with his, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth.

  He continued to rock his hips against hers, and she found herself longing for more. Was she ready for this? Just days ago she was preparing for a wedding. Did Garrett think she was insane? After all, the last time he�
��d seen her, she was the guest of honor at a bachelorette party.

  She stiffened. Was she moving too fast? She’d never had a one-night stand before. Was this another stupid, reckelss thing she was doing to drown out her sorrow?

  It didn’t feel self-destructive. Maybe if it had been someone besides Garrett, then it would have felt risky, or dangerous. But with him, it just felt right.

  Garrett pulled back. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She closed her eyes and lowered her voice. “No. I’ve just never done this before.”

  “Which part?”

  She forced her eyes open, wanting him to see her. “I’ve never been with someone I just met.” She licked her lips. “I’ve only been with my fiancé.”

  Garrett propped himself up on one elbow. “Would you like to stop now? We could watch a movie.”

  No. Absolutely not. She did not want to stop. She wanted this. She wanted all of him. But she wasn’t ready to ask for it. “No. I don’t want to stop. Not if you don’t.”

  “I would very much like to keep going.” He nuzzled her neck. “Just tell me if you need a break.”

  She nodded, unable to find the words. But he still made no move, he only kissed her neck and cheek. She’d made him think she wasn’t sure, and now he was being careful with her. Which was the exact opposite of what she wanted. She appreciated his kindness, but she wanted to get lost in passion again.

  Maybe sleeping with Garrett was a really stupid choice, but he was a gentleman, much more than she’d have expected, and she wanted this experience with him.

  She had to find a way to show him. He wasn’t just going to take her word for it, not when she’d just stiffened up and freaked out a few minutes ago. She must seem like an indecisive weirdo to him.

  She was going to have to show him, with her body and her words, that she wanted him. She’d never been one to talk dirty in bed. She wouldn’t even know how. But maybe graphic words wouldn’t be necessary.

  She would just tell the truth. She put her mouth right next to his ear. “I want you,” she whispered. She spread her legs farther and planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips, pushing her pelvis right up against his erection.

  Garrett groaned, and his hips moved against hers once again as he lowered his mouth and began kissing her again. A delicious friction started back up, as his cock nudged against her clit.

  As he moved against her, one of his hands slid underneath her shirt. His hand skimmed up her ribs and then up toward her breasts. She arched her back, pressing her breasts up toward him. He seemed to understand, and his large hand covered her entire breast.

  He gently kneaded and squeezed her soft flesh, before taking her nipple between his fingers. As he pinched the hard nub, the heat in her core flamed. He gave her one last lingering kiss, and he pulled away.

  He moved his entire body down, which meant she lost the feeling of his hard cock against her clit. She wanted that feeling back, but immediately realized why he was moving. He was pushing her shirt up, so he could see her breasts.

  Her ex had never taken the time to look at her. She knew what foreplay was, and she’d often tried to get him to engage in it. She’d even wanted it to be mutual, where they both took turns in giving each other pleasure. He would often agree, but then when the moment came, he’d touch her for a few moments, and then spread her legs apart and push his cock inside. He was always loving about it, and he’d tell her he just was so attracted to her that his lust took over.

  He always seemed so sincere about it, so she’d just learned to put up with it. Now that she had seen the truth about him, she had to assume he was just an inconsiderate asshole.

  But she shouldn’t be thinking about him while she was in bed with Garrett. She shouldn’t spare him a thought at all. He did not deserve it.

  Now that her breasts were bared to him, Garrett took a few moments to kiss his way down her chest, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands while he licked and sucked at her nipples. When he first closed his lips over her nipple, she screamed.

  The intensity of the pleasure shocked her. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out.

  Immediately, Garrett let go and put his hand on her cheek. “Lily. What is it?”

  Breathless, she stared at him. “Did that sound like I was unhappy?” She had no clue. She’d never made noise in bed before.

  “Yes. That sounded like you were in pain.”

  “Oh. I definitely was not in pain. That felt really good. I can try to stay quiet.”

  “No. I do not want you to stay quiet. I love hearing you. I just needed to make sure everything was okay. Now that I know how you're feeling, I plan to try to make you cry out like that again.”

  “It's not too loud?”

  “Nope. I've got great soundproofing because of my music.”

  She doubted many of the neighbors would complain about hearing Garrett Hudson practice his music. But she was glad no one would hear her screaming in bed.

  “Now I’d like to get back to these gorgeous breasts.” He pushed them together and buried his face between them. “I love how responsive you are.”

  “I didn't know I was.”

  “Did you try to be quiet in the past?”

  She hesitated. Wasn't it an unwritten rule to never bring up past lovers while in bed with someone new? But he had asked. And she wanted to be honest with him. “My ex didn't do any of these things.” Her hands came up automatically to cover her face. “Sorry, I know you're not supposed to talk about other people in bed.”

  “You can talk about whatever you want in bed. The only two people here are me and you, and it’s fine with me.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “So tell me what you meant. He didn’t touch your breasts?”

  “Not really. He didn’t do much of anything but the main act. It wasn’t a bad experience. It was fine. This is just so much…” She smiled at him. “More.”

  Garrett growled. She had to say, it was really sexy. “In that case, I plan to spend the rest of the night and day showing you what all you’ve missed.”

  If she could have that with Garrett, then she’d leave Vegas a very happy woman. And it struck her then, that she no longer wanted Garrett Hudson, famous rock star. She wanted this private version of Garrett, the hot sexy man who was considerate enough to let her talk about her ex in bed.

  He flashed her a smile, and then he removed her shirt all the way, careful not to press against the cut on her arm. Not that she was even aware of any of her various scrapes right then. None of that mattered.

  Garrett laid her back down and then he removed her pants. She was left lying naked before him. She was tempted to close her legs, but she didn’t. She liked feeling his heated gaze on her body. He lay back on top of her, still not putting any weight on her. This time he shifted slightly to the side. He put his mouth back on her nipple, sucking hard while his hand traced over her stomach and down to the space between her legs.

  His finger brushed over her clit, and she yelped. His light touch had sent sparks shooting through her body. His finger went lower, lightly touching her entrance, where she was already very wet.

  He made circles around her pussy with his finger, never pressing inside, just rubbing around her delicate walls. Her stomach fluttered. She had imagined foreplay would be good, but she’d never anticipated that she’d feel like this.

  Then he pressed his thumb against her clit, and he pressed one finger inside, and her heart nearly exploded. She couldn’t fathom what it would feel like when he slid his thick cock into her pussy.

  “Garrett!’ she cried out. She’d had orgasms before, but not too many. They’d all required the help of a vibrator. And she was already so close, and they’d barely gotten started.

  He thrust his finger in and out slowly, keeping pressure on her clit. She straightened her legs, unable to keep from writhing as his finger pierced her body.

  “You feel amazing,” he said. “So wet for me.” He added a second finger, pressing
it into her slick pussy.

  He moved his face back to her neck and spoke right next to her ear. “You can come anytime you’re ready. I’ll make sure it happens over and over again. So don’t hold back.”

  She let go then as the tension coiled inside her body and gave herself over to him.

  8

  Garrett

  He’d never in his life experienced a physical connection like this, and he hadn’t even entered Lily’s sweet body yet. His cock was throbbing, demanding attention, and yet he didn't care about that at all. He could wait.

  His priority was pleasing Lily. He had told her that she could speak freely to him about her ex, but it had been all he could do to hold it together. Not only had the asshole ex-fiancé cheated on her with multiple women just two weeks before their wedding, but he’d also been a really shitty lover. It sounded like he had barely paid attention to Lily at all.

  Garrett prided himself on being an attentive lover. He had been with a lot of women, and he hoped they all came away fulfilled. He wanted to please them, and he did. But with Lily, showing her was crucial. He would be damned if she left his bed feeling unsatisfied.

  She deserved so much more than that loser had given her. Now she was naked in his bed, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her sweet pussy. But he wasn’t going to be that guy. He was going to show her what lovemaking could really be like.

  He threaded his left hand in her hair, and kept the thumb of his right hand on her clit, with two fingers inside her slick walls. He put his mouth back on her pert breasts, and sucked her nipples. With precision, he thrust his fingers in and out for several minutes, until her legs went rigid. She was so close.

  He crooked his fingers, seeking her g-spot, and he pressed against it while increasing the pressure on her clit.

  “Come for me, Lily,” he said in a low voice.

  She screamed in reply, and the walls of her pussy squeezed his fingers tight as her climax washed over her body. She convulsed, thrashing on the bed as the powerful orgasm continued for several long seconds.