He was so sweet, so incredibly earnest, which surprised her. She thought he’d be a shallow, arrogant rock star who cared only about himself, but he wasn’t. Noah had been nothing but wonderful since they fell into bed together.
“You gave me an amazing Vegas experience last night. Gambling. Winning big money. Having a few drinks. Sharing a hot fudge sundae.” She slipped her arms around his waist and tilted her head back so she could stare up at him. “But now I just want to spend my remaining time here in this city alone with you.”
He frowned down at her, his hair in total disarray, and she reached up on tiptoe, smoothing the wayward locks from his forehead. Today rock star Noah Wilde had disappeared and regular Noah was with her instead. He wore dark jeans and a gray T-shirt, not a lick of jewelry on him, not even his rings. No eyeliner either. He just looked like himself. A normal, every day guy.
Scratch that. A normal, gorgeously handsome guy who made her heart skip a thousand beats every time he so much as looked at her.
“Come on, Nat. I’m trying to be a good guy here.” He glanced around, as if worried someone might see the two of them together. Did he worry? She knew the paparazzi followed him around, though he hadn’t complained since they met. There was a possibility someone might take a photo of the two of them together. Would that be a bad thing? “I took you away from your friends after you save up for a special girls’ weekend in Vegas. I feel bad.”
“Please. Don’t feel bad.” She touched his cheek, thankful he hadn’t shaved today. Hopefully she’d feel his scratchy cheeks rub against the sensitive skin of her thighs later. Her insides quivered at the mere thought. “Andrea and Reagan are off with guys too. Your friends, as a matter of fact, so I can’t feel bad, and you shouldn’t either. We all ditched each other. Trust me, I want to be with you.”
And she did. Yes, it was a big risk, admitting something like that, especially to a weekend fling, a man who was rich and famous and could have any woman he desired. But screw it. She was tired of being afraid. Spending so much time with such a wild and carefree guy like Noah was teaching Natalie how to not give a shit about what other people thought. If she wanted to spend her Saturday with a sexy rock star, then by God, she was going to do exactly that.
“Really?” He looked downright unsure. Almost…nervous. How strange. This man was a total contradiction. She wanted to learn more. Everything she could. But their time together was limited and that made her sad.
So she pushed that thought completely out of her mind.
“Really,” she said firmly, going up on her toes again so she could press a kiss to the edge of his jaw.
He grabbed hold of her face, his hand cupping her cheek as he tilted his head and kissed her deeply, with plenty of tongue that left her breathless when he finally pulled away.
“Let’s grab a cab and get the hell out of here,” Noah said with a growl, taking her hand.
All she could do was follow him and smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
Natalie kept her eyes closed, inhaling deeply before she blew out slow, even breaths. She was trying to calm her still racing heart, but it proved difficult. The man gave her such powerful orgasms she swore her heart practically stopped. “I was thinking about your cheeks,” she admitted.
“What about them?” He sounded wary, not that she could blame him. Her statement was pretty odd.
“I was wondering earlier how they’d feel against my thighs since you hadn’t shaved, and I was right. They were scratchy.” She’d forgotten all about the scratchiness, though, too overcome at the sensation of his tongue lapping at her folds again and again, circling her clit, driving her insane. She laughed when he started tickling her. “I think you gave me a rash.”
“Great. I gave you a rash,” he muttered, tickling her some more and making her laugh harder. “That’s the last thing a man wants to hear from the woman he’s fucking.”
“Well, it’s true. Your stubble is very scratchy,” she accused, opening her eyes to grin up at him, her smile fading when she saw the serious expression on his face. His hands stilled on her sides and he curved his fingers around her hips.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice soft.
“No.” She shook her head. “Of course not.”
He’d been gentle and kind the moment they got back to the hotel suite. No outrageous positions or dirty words were needed. Instead, he’d been slow and methodical, lingering over every sensitive spot, which he’d already learned. When he’d finally slid inside her on a groan, they were face to face in the missionary position and she caught him watching her continuously, his expression unguarded and full of almost…wonder. Like he was so into it, so into her that he never wanted to stop.
It unnerved her. Filled her with a false hope she had no business believing in.
“Good.” He touched her face, his fingers gentle as they sketched across her cheek. “I would never want to hurt you, Nat. I like you too damn much.”
Her heart clenched at his sweet words. Why did he have to go and say that? Now he just filled her with even more hope, and that was the last thing she needed.
He stared at her, his gaze never leaving hers as he dipped his head low, lower still, his mouth hovering just above hers. She could feel his warm breath and she parted her lips, her eyes sliding closed just as his mouth finally touched hers…
And the phone rang. An annoying blare of sound that she recognized and knew was coming from Noah’s cell phone. The phone he’d been ignoring since she first met him last night. He’d kept it on silent until they left the hotel, when he’d decided to turn the ringer back up. Just in case, he’d told her.
Guess he forgot to put it back on mute.
“Damn it,” he muttered against her lips before he pulled away, reaching toward the bedside table to pick up the phone where he left it. “It’s my manager.” He sounded concerned.
“You should answer it. He’ll probably just keep calling if you