London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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I wake up to the feel of cold hands on my waist, where whatever I've slept in has ridden up past my waist. My eyes flutter open to find Colton's face inches away from my own, my blood thumps in my ears, how the hell did I end up here again? And I'm pretty sure I'm in one of his shirts. I let out a slow breath racking my brain, I remember being on the balcony with him last night and... holy shit I kissed him! Then he kissed me back!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can't believe I kissed him! But he kissed me back! It was a fucking amazing kiss that sends fire through me just thinking about it but it was a kiss that shouldn't have happened! It can't happen. Colton may not be a distraction as a friend...but anything more, no way. I don't want another relationship and I'm pretty sure with his track record it didn't mean anything anyway, it was just a spur of the moment thing.
A very nice spur of the moment thing... one of the best... hottest spur of the moment thing.
Ugh, stop Gigi! Maybe if I just move out carefully and sneak out he won't even remember I was here, avoid that awkward, it didn't mean anything conversation. I carefully start to roll away from his cold hands, except they grab my waist and pull me back into the bed with a squeal, my body's now pressed against CJ's chest.
"You're warm, don't leave," he murmurs with his eyes still closed, he nuzzles his chilly nose into my neck, "You smell nice too," I giggle, relaxing into him, he moves one of his hands and runs it up and down my thigh, I try and ignore the heat pooling in my lower stomach.
"You know, Miss Lastra, this is becoming a bit of a habit... you waking up in my bed," He says gruffly, the low tones of his voice making me shiver. He sounds so sexy in the morning.
"It is, isn't it? Three mornings in a row and you still haven't got any of this," I reply biting my lip gesturing down my T-shirt clad body. Shocked with where all this newfound confidence has come from. When it comes to men I tend to act like a sheltered, inexperienced sixteen-year-old girl, "You're losing your edge CJ," I wink and try and clamber out of the bed again.
"Losing my edge?" He exclaims before launching at me, "We'll see about that," He whispers making my hair stand on end.
Colton grabs my wrists and flips me over so I'm underneath him, he presses them to the bottom of the bed and climbs over me. His eyes flash with darkness, his pupils dilating lustfully. My pulse beats erratically under his gaze and I know he can feel it in my wrists as he smirks at me. My chest rises quickly underneath his abdomen, he lowers himself down slightly, so I can feel his hardness on my stomach. It takes everything not to gasp, instead, I swallow thickly, the heat from inside me growing like wildfire. His eyes flit down my body then up to my lips. He draws his tongue carefully along his bottom lip. Any minute now I'm going to cave, I want nothing more than to feel his lips against mine again, how soft they felt as his tongue tangled with mine. I can feel a blush drawing up my neck as he gets closer and closer... his fingers travel across my wrists... my wrists....
