I would lie, cheat, and steal to call this woman my own.
Oh. My. God. What the hell did I just do?
“Look at me.”
Cav’s gravelly voice breaks through the chaos crashing through my head and drowning out the amazing orgasm I just had. His order is the same as the one he gave before he slid that perfect cock inside me, and yet I can’t look him in the eye this time.
I push against his shoulders. “I need to get down.”
His grip tightens, and it’s clear I’m going nowhere until he decides to let me off this ride.
“Greer, fucking look at me.”
When I don’t respond or comply, Cav’s hand cups the side of my face and tilts it so I have no choice but to follow his order.
“Let me down.”
“No.”
A maniacal laugh breaks free from my lips. “You don’t get to tell me no. Let me down now, dammit.”
He shakes his head, and if I weren’t so worried about holding on, I’d slap the smug look off his face.
“Finally got you where I want you, and I’m not letting you down until I’m ready.”
“Where you want me? On your dick? You could’ve had me there three years ago, but we both know how that ended.”
I shift again, my inner muscles reflexively clenching when his cock presses against me. Isn’t he going to get soft?
Cav tightens his grip on my face. “There’s a lot of shit you don’t know, Greer.”
My eyes roll so violently, I’m shocked I don’t strain something. “Of course I don’t know, because you didn’t stick around long enough to say good-bye, let alone explain it to me.”
The muscle in his jaw ticks, and I wish he’d set me down so I don’t keep cataloging every shift in his expression. I’m under fire from Cav overload, and there’s nowhere for me to go while he has me pinned on his cock. I’m truly between a cock and a hard place. Banner will never let me live this down.
I wait for an answer because I really have no choice in the matter. But the one I get from him isn’t acceptable.
“I made the choice I had to make.”
“And this is the choice I’m making—let me off your dick or I’m going to start screaming, and my neighbors are going to get a show they’ll never forget.” I make sure to enunciate every word.
His eyes flash, now golden brown with shafts of green. “I think you forgot. Putting on a good show is my job these days.”
Anger seethes through me, and Cav must realize I’m about to lose my shit. He releases his hold on my face and wraps both hands around my waist to lift me off his cock, which is still crazy impressive. My feet hit the floor just as I realize we didn’t use a condom.
How could I forget? I’m not an idiot kid. I’m a responsible, albeit unemployed, professional woman.
“Christ on a cracker. Isn’t this rule number one in fucking as a Hollywood star? Wrap it up? What if you knocked me up? Aren’t you afraid I’ll smear you in the tabloids? ‘Cav Westman’s Baby Mama Love Child Scandal.’” I gesture with my hand as I turn away and stalk toward my bathroom to clean up.
I freeze when I set foot in front of the mirror. Hot. Mess. My hair is wild, clearly from the just been fucked school of hair styling. The look in my eyes is even wilder than my hair.
Shower. That’s my only option right now. I turn the water to scalding and step right into the stream.
What the hell did I just do?
Cav Westman shows up out of nowhere because my crazy ad actually caught his attention, and then he whips his dick out, I grab it, and he bangs me against a wall.
I grab a bottle of body wash and squeeze a quarter of the bottle into my hand, as though the suds can somehow wash away the domino effect of bad judgment invading my life recently.
What a freaking disaster.
I’m reaching for the shampoo, still giving myself a mental scolding, when I feel a rush of cold air behind me.
“Careful, baby girl. You’re gonna scrub yourself raw if you don’t take it easy.”
Water washes the bubbles from my body and I spin around to face him.
He’s naked. Droplets splash off me and bead on his skin, sliding down one tanned inch at a time, rolling over muscles and sinew.
Words escape me as I watch one specific drop roll toward his cock. Why does he have to be so damn beautiful? He shouldn’t be allowed to be naked near me. I won’t be able to stop myself from touching him.
Then stop looking at him, Greer.
For the purpose of self-preservation only, I turn and face the wall and attempt to act casual. Like I’m going to be able to continue my regular shower routine while Cav Westman’s perfect naked body stands only feet away from me.
I grab my shampoo and squirt way too much into my hand because I’m concentrating really hard on the white grout between my cream-and-gold-flecked travertine tiles and not the naked man behind me.
“What are you doing in here?” I’m going for nonchalant, but the words come out strained.
“Following you.”
“Without an invitation?”
His husky laugh fills the shower enclosure. “The sight of your gorgeous ass walking away was the only invitation I needed.”
I turn again, this time determined to keep my eyes on his face. Except his eyes are not on mine. Nope, he’s taking in every inch of my nakedness, and my skin heats from more than the scalding water.
He steps closer, murmuring something that’s lost in the pounding of the spray.
“What did you say?”
The golden brown of his irises seems to glow. “Wasted three years. Not going to waste any more time.”