Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty 3)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Erin

Am I being lifted? I slowly open my eyes and see that my face is still on the pillow, but my hips are up. “Morning, baby.” I feel kisses on my back and then feel him over me. “Did I wake you?”

I open one eye now and look over my shoulder, but I feel his fingers enter me before I see him. I groan as he fingers me a couple of times, getting me ready before he slides in me. I close my eyes, getting lost in the feel of him. We’ve had sex seven times since we got home last night, one after another. We would take a two-minute break, and then we would lunge for each other. We couldn’t even fix ourselves some food before he placed me on the counter and fucked me. Gone was the soft, gentle man who took me the first time, but to be honest, I loved it both ways. I loved the characters he played . . . the sweet and caring Carter and the rough and passionate Carter rocked my world equally.

“Carter,” I say, and my hips fall to the mattress when he pounds into me so hard I come. “Don’t stop,” I tell him, but I don’t have to tell him as his arms on either side of me hold him up, and he pounds into me. I lift my head and see him over me. I kiss his chin, and he places one hand under my chin, pulling my head back and sliding his tongue into my mouth while he fucks me harder and harder.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, and he doesn’t let up. Just like that, my stomach starts to get tight, my nipples ache, and my pussy convulses around his cock. He doesn’t let me ride it alone. He pounds me faster, and I know he’s coming also. His cock gets even bigger right before he comes, making the fit even tighter. It’s glorious. He collapses to the side of me, his twitching cock still in me. “Morning.” I close my eyes again, waiting for my breath to return to normal.

“It’s almost noon,” he says, and I open my eye to look at the clock on the side table.

“11:52. I haven’t slept in this long since I was seventeen.”

“Well, we did go to bed at around five a.m.,” he tells me, slipping away from me and walking to the bathroom.

“And whose fault is that?” I ask loudly, hearing the toilet flush, and he comes back into the room naked.

“Don’t even pretend that you had a problem with it,” he says, grabbing a pair of shorts. “Let’s go get some coffee and sit outside.”

“I have a better idea,” I tell him, my body still limp. “Why don’t you go make us coffee, and we can have it upstairs on the outside balcony?” I point at the balcony right outside his room.

He turns and comes back to the bed. “No!” I shout and put out my hand to him, and he stops midway to me. “If you get closer, the plans change. The plans always change.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Fine.” He holds up his hands. “I’ll get the coffee; you get your ass outside.” I salute him with my hand and get up when he leaves the room. I go to the bathroom and clean up, washing my face. I grab one of his T-shirts and a pair of shorts. His T-shirt fits me like a dress, and his shorts are falling off me, but they smell like him, and I could literally bathe in his pheromones. I hold the clothes in my hand to stop them from falling off me. I open the door and hear the crashing of the ocean. Walking to the railing, I look over and see people already in the water. Beachgoers walk along the shore as the surfers catch the waves, the sun shining bright with not a cloud in the sky. “You listened.” I hear Carter behind me and turn around to see that he is carrying a silver tray. I turn and walk over to help him when he puts the tray down on the glass table that is in front of an L-shaped couch.

“What did you do?” I ask him, looking at the bowl of berries that he brought up along with two coffees, some orange juice, and a couple of containers of yogurt.

“Well, I know you eat yogurt and berries for breakfast with granola, but I didn’t have that,” he says with smile, and I walk to him.

“You were paying attention?” I wrap my arms around him, and the shorts fall to floor. I laugh, but even with my arms up around him, I’m still fully covered.

The wind blowing lightly has some of my hair flying in my face, and he pushes it behind my ear, cupping my face. “When it’s about you, all I do is watch.” I lean up and kiss under his chin. “In a non-creepy stalker kind of way, of course.”