Hollywood Playboy (Hollywood Royalty 1)

“I just want a bed,” she says honestly, and I nod at her. Taking her hand, I walk through the white kitchen, turning off the lights after us. The house has an open-floor concept, so the great room can be seen from the kitchen. I walk through the great room to the master bedroom, switching the light off in the great room. We walk into my bedroom, and it’s nothing fancy. The room is big with dark brown hardwood floors. The walls are painted a light gray, the ceiling of the room is wood and painted white. Soft spotlights are all over the room, and a king-size bed sits in the middle of the room between two big windows. “They must have put your bag in the closet,” I say, walking to the right and flipping the light to my walk-in closet. There in the middle is her bag. The only clothes I have here are jeans, T-shirts, sweaters, one suit, just in case, and a couple of pairs of khakis.

“I need a shower.” She goes over to her bag and sits on the floor, opening her luggage. She moves stuff around to get her toiletry bag and a white T-shirt.

“I’m going to just double check and make sure everything is locked up,” I tell her and kiss her neck when she takes off the big scarf she’d been wearing. She nods at me, then walks into the bathroom, and I hear her turn on the water. I check the back door and close the shades. I repeat the same thing throughout the house, and when I get back to the bedroom, I peel off my shirt and kick off my jeans, tossing them in the basket in the closet. When I walk into the bathroom, she is tying the towel around her chest, the shower still running behind her.

“I left the water on for you,” she says, going over to the double sink vanity. Her toiletry bag is open on the counter with things spilling out of it. I take off my boxers and step into the shower, turning the cold water on a bit more. I watch her while she prepares for bed. Even though it’s something she’s done in front of me before, it’s a little thing that I missed. She walks out of the room, and I turn off the water, grabbing a white towel from the brown chest next to the shower. I wrap it around my waist and grab another one for my hair. I walk out of the bathroom and the sight stops me. She’s sliding up the covers in nothing but one of my T-shirts. She isn’t wearing some fancy lingerie; she isn’t primped and glammed up. Her hair is piled on top of her head, and her face is clean. “I think I’m going to sleep for a week.”

I walk over to the bed, and she lies down, looking at me. “I know how you feel.” I drop the towel now and get into bed with her; the cool sheets almost making me moan. I turn to her, grabbing her around her waist. “Come here.” I pull her to me, and she comes willingly. I kiss her lips, and she slides her tongue out, licking my bottom lip. I finally kiss her like I’ve wanted to kiss her all day. Her arms go around my shoulders, and the kiss deepens. Her leg hitches over my hip, and I roll her over, getting on top of her. Holding her head in my hands, I put my weight on my arms. “I missed you,” I say between kisses, “so much.” She doesn’t say anything, just moans and takes my lips again. The need to have her naked makes me get on my knees while I look down at her. Her eyes are a light, light green, her cheeks pink, her chest rising and falling. “You have my T-shirt.” I grab the hem of my shirt, and she lifts so I can peel it off her. When I lean down and kiss her stomach, her stomach quivers, and goose bumps cover her body. Trailing kisses all the way back up, I stop at each nipple, taking it into my mouth, and then go to her neck. I grab my cock in my hand and rub it up and down her wet slit, aligning it and sinking into her. Her neck arches back, giving me full access while her mouth opens on a moan. I suck on the side of her neck, and her hands go up beside her head, palms facing up. I grab one hand in mine while I kiss her neck from left to right. Sliding in and out of her, I savor the moment, savor the fact that I have her.

“Tyler,” she whispers on a moan, and I know she comes; my mouth falls on her, claiming it. Her eyes focus on mine now, and I come in her. I collapse on her, trying to hold up my weight but failing. My face is buried in her neck now, her legs crossed at my back, and her hands in my hair. “Don’t move,” she pleads, “please.” I don’t tell her that I couldn’t move even if I tried. “Just let me have this,” she says, her fingers rubbing my back, and I don’t know who falls asleep first. Either way, I don’t let her go. Even in the night, we never stray far from the other.