A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts 2)

Why the idea of being the one to teach Jamie how to f**k had his poor dick twitching, he would never know, but he wished like hell that it would stop. He rubbed his hands over his damp face and had to wonder when he broke out into a sweat. Probably about the same time he thought about Jamie’s lips wrapped around his dick, he thought, shifting, again.

“Wait, why is he putting his-“

Whatever she said was lost on him as his eyes shot to the screen. He felt is eyebrows arch impossibly higher as he dove for the remote.

“Wait, I wanted to see that!” Jamie grumbled, but he didn’t care. A man could only take so much.

“It’s time for bed,” he blurted out as he swiped up a magazine off the bureau and held it discretely in front of the huge tent in his pants.

“What?” Jamie asked, shooting a nervous look between him and the bed. The fact that she didn’t look excited over the idea did not piss him off.

It didn’t.

“I meant that I’m tired and that we’re going to have to call it a night,” he explained tightly.

“Oh,” she mumbled, shoulders slouching as she stood up, hugging her notebook to her chest as she headed for the door only to pause halfway there and worry her bottom lip. “You’re still going to help me, right?” she asked softly as she stared down at her feet and he just barely stopped himself from going over to her and taking her into his arms.

He was not a hugger, damn it!

“Yes,” he gritted out, knowing that the sooner he helped her get laid the better. No, scratch that. The sooner he got laid the better.

Maybe he should head downstairs to the hotel bar and pick up a woman. No, he couldn’t do that since there was absolutely no way that he was going to last that long. The damn woman had him panting and ready to burst and she hadn’t even touched him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, moving to take a step closer as she ran her eyes over him with obvious concern.

“Great. Fine. Never been better,” he said quickly as he ushered her towards the door, making sure to keep the magazine firmly in place. “I’ll look over your computer and get it back to you tomorrow,” he said, opening the door and pretty much shutting it her face.

“Okay, goodnight,” he thought he heard her mutter, but didn’t really care.

He dropped the magazine, reached down and undid his pants and had himself in hand as he quickly made his way to the bathroom. He slapped his hand flat against the wall above the toilet, closed his eyes and thought about Jamie’s face.

Never in his life had been this turned on by one woman and he sure as hell never pictured a woman’s face while he jerked off. Now he couldn’t help but moan as the image of her sweet face caused his balls to tighten. He didn’t even finish the second stroke before his legs threatened to give out and a long groan escaped him.

“Jamie,” he heard himself growl in ecstasy.

He dropped his hand away and flushed the toilet, panting harder than if he’d just done thirty minutes on the treadmill and stumbled back from the toilet, wondering what the hell was happening to him. She shouldn’t be affecting him like this. He didn’t want her. Okay, that was bullshit. He shouldn’t want her.

She was his responsibility and definitely not his type, but he couldn’t help but like the idea of holding her in his arms or kissing her, something he didn’t usually like but did to get a woman to spread. With Jamie he just wanted to kiss her just to kiss the little recluse. His arms actually ached from the urge just to hold her.

This was so damn wrong. If he didn’t need J.L. Lewis so damn much he’d either walk away or f**k her to get it out of his system, but he did. J.L. Lewis was the key to his success. Once he was done with her no one would care that he was the bastard raised by whores. He was going to make a name for himself, but he needed her to do it and sleeping with her would only screw up his plans.

He was going to have to keep his damn hands to himself and his dick in his pants around her. It didn’t matter how much he wanted her, because he wanted what J.L. Lewis could give him a whole hell of a lot more.

Chapter 12

“You know what?” Jamie asked, trying to pull away from Nick, but the big jerk wouldn’t let her go. “I’ve changed my mind. Having sex is overrated. I’m more than happy to remain a virgin. Very happy,” she stressed as he ignored her and dragged her into the store.

As soon as the door closed behind him with a soft little chime he pushed her in front of him where she got her first look inside a lingerie store. There was lace and silk in every color and style imaginable and she had absolutely no idea about what to buy, how to figure out her size and in some cases how to wear the tiny contraptions. This was all wrong. She might be passably pretty now, but she was in no way sexy enough to wear any of the pretty things in front of her. It was flannel pajamas for her, she decided as she tried to make a run for the door, but the infuriating man wouldn’t let her go.

“Behave,” he whispered as a pretty redhead in a sexy silk camisole and short skirt walked over to them. She ran an assessing eye over Jamie, barely biting back a frown before her eyes shifted to Nick and widened in pleasure right along with a coy smile.

“May I help you?” she asked Jamie, but her eyes were on Nick.

“That would be great,” Nick said in that deep sensual voice he used on everything female. Well, every female except for her, she thought with a small sigh as she tried to make another run for it, but the darn man wouldn’t let her go.

The woman’s smile became knowing as she sent Nick a welcoming look. Did the woman not see her? For all the woman knew she could be his girlfriend, his fiancé, or his wife. Okay, that was really pushing it, but it was still really rude.

“My friend could use some help if you have a moment?” Nick said, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders to keep her in place. Why wouldn’t he just let her run away?

The woman reluctantly looked at her and did a wonderful job of pulling back her frown. With a slight nod she gestured for Jamie to follow her. When she just stood there Nick gave her a gentle shove in the woman’s direction and forced her to move her butt. She shot him a glare over her shoulder, but of course he just ignored her death glare and kept pushing her towards a whole new level of embarrassment.

They followed the redhead into a back fitting room decorated in pastel colors, several oversized chairs, mirrors and three changing rooms. She watched as Nick walked over to one of the chairs and sat down and thought that perhaps she should do the same thing when the woman began manhandling her.