A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(31)
Author: R.L. Mathewson

“Mercy,” he hissed softly at the sight.

“What?” Jamie asked, moving to turn over, but he stopped her by placing a hand on her back to keep her right where she was.

“Nothing. I’m going to take the bandage off now. Try not to move,” he said, reaching for the corner of the large white gauze pad as he prepared himself for the splash of cold water that he tattoo would douse his lust for her.

Five minutes later the bandage was removed and his damn c**k was straining in his pants to get to her. Of course it would turn him on if it was on his little recluse, he thought dryly as he gently cleaned the black tattoo that he couldn’t help imagine tracing with his tongue. As soon as it was clean he applied the ointment that would protect it and washed his hands.

By the time he stepped out of his bathroom he expected to find Jamie dressed and scrambling for the door, but instead he found her right where he left her.

Wondering what was wrong since his little recluse by all rights should have yanked her clothes back into place the second he announced that he was done, he walked over to her and couldn’t help but smile when her cute little snores reached his ears.

He considered waking her up and sending her to her room, but then decided against that. The poor thing was exhausted and probably wouldn’t have the energy to walk back to her room. At least that’s what he told himself as he gripped the bottom of her pant legs and carefully pulled them off her. Then he readjusted her pretty light green panties to cover her bottom and frowned down at her shirt.

With the ointment on her back her shirt would stick to her new tattoo and he wasn’t sure if that would damage the tattoo. Plus the guy told her to leave it exposed to air whenever she could. Not knowing what else to do, he reached down and worked her shirt off, careful not to wake her or roll her onto her back. When that was done he turned up the heat, dropped his pants and joined her on the bed, preparing himself for a long night of torture as the object of his desire lay less than six inches away practically naked.

As he started to doze off with a rather painful erection he couldn’t help but wonder if this was hell.

Chapter 15

As she slowly woke up she couldn’t help but wonder why she was naked.

Then Bret’s instructions from the night before ran through her head and she remembered that she planned on sleeping in the buff for the first time in her life to save her tattoo from being ruined. It had also been on her list, well the mental portion of her list, to try out and she had to admit that it wasn’t all that bad. She could totally see why people slept like this.

Of course when she moved to turn over all rational thought left her brain as her eyes landed on Nick, no, correction, a half na**d Nick. She felt her eyes widen in appreciation at the sight that he made. When her eyes landed on his normally styled and neat blond hair she couldn’t help but smile. The mused look looked really good on him. It gave him that sexy bad boy look with a touch of sweetness that she found endearing.

She ran her eyes over his handsome face, down his neck, over his well defined biceps, chest and abs only to land on his gray boxer briefs and stayed there. As much as she’d love to look away at the moment she couldn’t. This was her first up close look of that area. Granted it was covered by his underwear, but that wasn’t stopping her from getting an eyeful at the moment.

Wow……

Were all men that big? she wondered as she watched in utter fascination as the large thing in his underwear started to get bigger until it strained against the material and the large pink tip pushed itself out from beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. For a moment she laid there, helpless to move or even breathe.

Actually, now that she saw one, well part of one up close and personal, she was a little frightened. There was no way something like that was going to fit inside of her. It was physically impossible and it helped her realize that she really wasn’t ready for sex. Correction, she was pretty sure she was ready for all the other stuff, just not the actual sex part. She didn’t want to do that yet. Not until she was comfortable about being intimate with a man and if she had to look forward to being split in two by a monster like that the first time it would be a long time before she had sex.

It would probably be better if she learned how to please a man before she actually had sex just in case she was bad at it. She should probably find a man that she trusted to introduce her into sex, but the problem was that she didn’t know any man that would be interested in that job. The only man she trusted enough to do that with unfortunately was the same man that didn’t see her as anything more than a job.

Sure they were friends right now, but she seriously doubted he’d bother acknowledging her when this tour was over. She was far from being his type and as much as she’d love to say that she wasn’t interested in him she couldn’t lie. She was. Even if it was just a short affair she would love to be with him. Nick was exciting, sweet in a cranky way that she found endearing, handsome, and probably the sexiest man she’d ever seen. It really was too bad that he’d never be interested in her because she would love toShe lost her train of thought when Nick’s warm lips brushed against hers as he cupped her jaw with one hand. When she gasped in surprise he took advantage and slid his tongue into her mouth. The idea of some guy’s tongue in her mouth never appealed to her before. Then again she’d never imagined Nick doing this to her, but now that he was she found that she rather liked it.

Unable to help herself, she reached up and cupped the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his thick hair as she tentatively slid her tongue against his. His growl excited her so she slid her tongue against his again. It wasn’t until he dropped his hand from her face and wrapped his arm around her to pull her tightly against him that she remembered that she was currently topless.

She stilled at the alien sensation of having her br**sts plastered against a man, but it didn’t last long. Soon she was pressing back against him, moaning as her hard ni**les slid over his warm firm chest and through the sparse crisp hair the covered his chest. Her enjoyment lasted until she suddenly found herself on her back with Nick lying on top of her and one hand on her breast. As good as it felt to have him on top of her and touching her it also scared the hell out of her.

“Nick, stop,” she said, hating the way her voice trembled.

Not even a second later Nick stopped and was off of her and she couldn’t stop her sigh of relief which caused him to frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he reached over to brush the hair out of her face.