Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 7
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Falling in Public
Chapter 7
Holly melted as Eddie's lips met hers, softly at first, then more demanding. Her hands slid up around his neck as he eased her lower on the couch and settled between her legs. The bulge in his jeans pressed against her pelvis and she shifted with a wimper, needing him just a little lower.
"Easy," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck. "We've got plenty of time."
Holly pulled him closer, her fingers sliding up under his shirt over smooth, taut skin as her lips found his shoulder. It wasn't true, of course. She was incredibly lucky to be here just for the night. How many women would give anything to be in her place right now? But tomorrow she'd go back to her hotel and probably never see this man again, except on TV.
Just like everyone else.
The realization was like a glass of cold water in her face, and she pushed at his chest until he pulled back to look at her. Concern etched his face, along with something that resembled fear. But what did he have to be scared of?
"I..." she hesitated, not really sure how to say what she needed to say. "Maybe this isn't a good idea. For me, I mean. I'm sure you're used to one-night stands, but I don't normally..." she let the thought go as his expression turned angry.
"Sure. No problem," he said, pushing to his feet and stepping back from her, hands up defensively. "Rockers sleep with a different groupie every night, so women don't mean anything to them. That's what the television says, so it must be true, right?" He shook his head, running one hand through his hair with the other on a hip.
"I just thought..." She bit her lower lip, guilt creeping in. He was right. She'd stereotyped him without even really getting to know him, and she'd been flirting with him, leading him on anyways. He had every right to be angry with her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. It's just - I don't want to do anything I'll regret later. That either of us will regret."
He laughed then, a cold, empty sound. "So now I'm someone you'd regret doing, because apparently my profession requires me to sleep around. Perfect. Any other insults you'd like to toss at me before we're done? 'Cause you're doing a great job so far. If I didn't feel like a fucking rock star before, I sure do now."
Holly blinked back stray tears threatening to spill over. She'd made a complete mess out of this, and it was just getting worse by the second. "I should go. I'll...um...thanks for saving me, earlier tonight, I mean. If you'll just show me how to get back downstairs, I'll get out of your hair." She stepped around him, and grasped the handle of the door they'd come through just a few minutes before, pulling hard. But it wouldn't budge. She tried again, feeling rather than hearing him come up behind her, heat from his body making her panic as she realized how close he was. Her writer's imagination kicked into overtime, and she froze, wondering if this was the end. Would he kill her for refusing him? He didn't seem like that kind of a person, but they never did, did they?
"Stay." The low command uttered in her ear did crazy things to her skin as his arms wrapped slowly, gently around her midsection. "You might regret it, hell, I already do, but there's something about you. Something that makes me need you more than I've needed anyone in a long time. I can't explain it." He pulled her close to him, cuddling her to his chest as one hand slid up to cup the underside of a breast. Her throat tightened at his overwhelming presence as he caressed her, his breath warm on her neck.
"Please stay, Holly."
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Falling in Public
Chapter 7
Holly melted as Eddie's lips met hers, softly at first, then more demanding. Her hands slid up around his neck as he eased her lower on the couch and settled between her legs. The bulge in his jeans pressed against her pelvis and she shifted with a wimper, needing him just a little lower.
"Easy," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck. "We've got plenty of time."
Holly pulled him closer, her fingers sliding up under his shirt over smooth, taut skin as her lips found his shoulder. It wasn't true, of course. She was incredibly lucky to be here just for the night. How many women would give anything to be in her place right now? But tomorrow she'd go back to her hotel and probably never see this man again, except on TV.
Just like everyone else.
The realization was like a glass of cold water in her face, and she pushed at his chest until he pulled back to look at her. Concern etched his face, along with something that resembled fear. But what did he have to be scared of?
"I..." she hesitated, not really sure how to say what she needed to say. "Maybe this isn't a good idea. For me, I mean. I'm sure you're used to one-night stands, but I don't normally..." she let the thought go as his expression turned angry.
"Sure. No problem," he said, pushing to his feet and stepping back from her, hands up defensively. "Rockers sleep with a different groupie every night, so women don't mean anything to them. That's what the television says, so it must be true, right?" He shook his head, running one hand through his hair with the other on a hip.
"I just thought..." She bit her lower lip, guilt creeping in. He was right. She'd stereotyped him without even really getting to know him, and she'd been flirting with him, leading him on anyways. He had every right to be angry with her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. It's just - I don't want to do anything I'll regret later. That either of us will regret."
He laughed then, a cold, empty sound. "So now I'm someone you'd regret doing, because apparently my profession requires me to sleep around. Perfect. Any other insults you'd like to toss at me before we're done? 'Cause you're doing a great job so far. If I didn't feel like a fucking rock star before, I sure do now."
Holly blinked back stray tears threatening to spill over. She'd made a complete mess out of this, and it was just getting worse by the second. "I should go. I'll...um...thanks for saving me, earlier tonight, I mean. If you'll just show me how to get back downstairs, I'll get out of your hair." She stepped around him, and grasped the handle of the door they'd come through just a few minutes before, pulling hard. But it wouldn't budge. She tried again, feeling rather than hearing him come up behind her, heat from his body making her panic as she realized how close he was. Her writer's imagination kicked into overtime, and she froze, wondering if this was the end. Would he kill her for refusing him? He didn't seem like that kind of a person, but they never did, did they?
"Stay." The low command uttered in her ear did crazy things to her skin as his arms wrapped slowly, gently around her midsection. "You might regret it, hell, I already do, but there's something about you. Something that makes me need you more than I've needed anyone in a long time. I can't explain it." He pulled her close to him, cuddling her to his chest as one hand slid up to cup the underside of a breast. Her throat tightened at his overwhelming presence as he caressed her, his breath warm on her neck.
"Please stay, Holly."
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