Seeing Stars (The Celebrity 1)

“Nah. I’ll call a cab.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” His fingertips gingerly guided my chin upward to face him. “Unless you want me to stay here with you tonight?”

Adrenaline kicked into high gear as my knees practically buckled with want. Thank God I was wrapped around him for support. Before I could formulate an answer that made a lick of sense, his soft, full lips were back on mine, attacking me pleasurably. He nipped my bottom lip with his teeth, tugging it into his mouth as he sucked on it. I melted into his movements, his actions, his very being.

The thought that I should stop this briefly entered my mind, before exiting stage left just as quickly. I’d spent so much time judging this man without knowing him, assuming everything printed about him was true. But after everything he’d confessed to me tonight, I liked the Walker Rhodes who currently stood in my living room, making love to my lips and teasing me with his tongue.

I wanted more of him. My body ached for all of him. But not tonight. Reluctantly I moved my hands from around his neck to the front of his chest and pushed away lightly, breaking our connection. “You need to go,” I said playfully, giving him a rueful grin. “Or I’ll never let you.”

“That’s not a good way to get me to leave.” He kissed the top of my head once more, then reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, pulling me close again as his arms wrapped back around me and his fingers punched at the screen behind me.

“Do you think the paparazzi are still here?” I asked.

He blew out a breath and shoved his phone in his pocket. “I forgot about them. They might be. Hopefully they got bored and left. Not like there’s much to report from this location, and getting pictures of me by myself are nowhere near as fun for them as getting pictures of me with random girls.”

“Go then. You sure you’re fine calling a cab?”

“Already called.”

“When?” I pulled back from him to meet his eyes, wondering just when the hell he called a cab because I’d never heard a thing.

“I have an app. It lets them know I need a pickup and from where, and then I get a text when they’re outside. It comes in handy. I sort of want to marry this app.”

I smirked and said, “This sounds serious. I wouldn’t want to come between you two.”

“Too late.” A smile crept over Walker’s face as he leaned down to press his lips to mine one last time. “I plan on doing this a lot, so you’d better get used to it.” His tongue swept across my lower lip before sneaking into my mouth and teasing mine.

My mouth moved with his, never breaking contact as he threaded his hand through my hair, then cupped my head and tugged me closer. I pulled at his neck, wanting him closer, as if him pressed completely against me wasn’t close enough. He groaned and the vibration sent messages of lust straight between my thighs. His erection pushed against my body and I rubbed myself against it. I wanted to rip off all his clothes and have my way with him on the carpet in my living room. Classy, I know, but I was more turned on at this point than I could ever remember being. It had clearly been a while for one of us.

Cupping my ass, he squeezed, the action followed by more moans escaping from that perfect mouth of his, before he moved away and I instantly hated his absence. His lips moved across my jaw line before traveling down my neck, and I tilted my head back, luxuriating in the pleasure he gave me. I wanted him to take all of me, to lick every square inch of my body. If he asked me again if he could stay, I’d scream out the word yes and then spend the rest of the night doing things with him that people only wrote about. We were both adults, for God’s sake. We could do it on the first non-date if we wanted.

Right?

Oh God, I’m a total floozy.

When a chirp sounded loudly from Walker’s pocket and he reluctantly moved his lips from my neck, I wanted to cry out from the sudden loss, to yell at him to put his lips right back where they were and not to ever stop. I focused on breathing, calming down the ache between my thighs, and gathering my wits.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this was how my night with Walker was going to end.

“My cab’s here.” He looked at his phone with regret, both of us so filled with desire I swear it circled in the air above us, begging us not to stop.

I swallowed, unable to speak since my breathing was still erratic and my mind was mush.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He smirked. “And don’t think I won’t. This right here,” he waggled his finger between our bodies, “isn’t over.”

One last soft kiss on the lips and he headed out the front door. I leaned against it and sank to the floor. That was without doubt one of the hottest nights of my life.

So far.

The following morning I woke up, not quite sure which parts I remembered about last night were reality and which were a dream, especially after the rather sexually explicit one I’d just been having. I rolled my neck from side to side before stretching my arms toward my ceiling and rolling out of bed.

Last night I’d all but forgotten about the fact that I wanted to know why Walker was so hell-bent on seeing me and going out with me. Every doubt, question, and concern in the world completely disappeared the moment his lips had touched mine.

Stupid magical lips.

But as I brushed my teeth, replaying the events of yesterday and his confessions from last night¸ I couldn’t have cared less about the whys of it all. Gratitude was my overwhelming emotion, as I was so damned thankful that my boss coerced me into going out with Walker.