Leaning forward, he sank his fingers into her thighs and took a deep inhalation right at the apex of her legs. She let out a startled squeak, but he didn’t let her pull away. The scent of her arousal tempted him, and his cock absolutely throbbed with the need for release.
“Fuck.” He groaned as he sat back on his heels, releasing her. “You smell even better than I imagined. You smell delicious.”
Covering her face with her hands, Sunny mumbled between her fingers, “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“You want me, don’t deny it.”
“Well, of course I want you!” she blurted out. “Have you looked in a mirror lately? You’re hot!”
“You want me for more than my looks.” He sat next to her and took her hand, placing it on his chest. “You want all of me. Not just my body, not just my fame and money. You want me for what’s in here. As ugly, dirty, and stained as my heart is, you still want it.”
Her palm pressed hard against him, and she studied him in the dim lighting of the SUV.
In a rare moment of emotional honesty, Sunny said quietly, “I do want it, so badly. But why do you want me? Why are you willing to wait? You have to know…if you really pressed the issue, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Because you’re worth waiting for.”
Tears formed in her eyes again, and she dashed them away with a self-conscious chuckle. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do. I am absolutely certain. I have never been more sure about anything than I am the fact that I need you in my life. What we have…this thing between us? I have never felt anything like it. Being with you makes me happy, but that isn’t a good enough word for what I feel for you. Having you here, with me right now, I feel like I’m alive for the first time in weeks. Like you’re pure, clean air and without you I’m struggling to take a full breath.”
Her voice shook as she said, “I’m afraid you’re putting me on a pedestal. What if reality with me is nothing like what you picture?”
“What? Like I don’t know that you can be messy? Or that you like to leave dishing lying around?”
“Hey!” She poked him in the chest. “You make me sound like a slob.”
“No, not a slob. Just…comfortable.”
She crossed her arms and scowled. “Yeah, not helping your case, buddy.”
He held her gaze as he said in a warm voice, “I also know you change the sheets on your bed three times a week, that your apartment always smells like those apple pie candles you love so much, and that you have approximately two hundred different perfume bottles filling the top of your bedroom dresser.”
“I don’t have that many. Besides, you bought most of them!”
“The point is, I’ve already thought about what you see as flaws. To me they’re not flaws, they’re adorable quirks. I’ve thought about what it would be like for there to be an ‘us.’ Hell, I’ve obsessed about it. Have you?”
“Obsessed, no.” The corner of her mouth quirked up. “I prefer to think of it as you being the number one star of my daydreams.”
“What do you think about when you dream of me?”
Even in the semi-darkness of the dimly lit interior of the SUV, he could see her blush. “If we’re trying to let me finish school, I better not tell you that.”
His cock twitched, and he gripped it tight, giving it a good squeeze while Sunny openly watched him. He loved the hunger in her face, the way she squeezed her thighs together and shifted—all signs he affected her as much as she affected him.
“I’m not very good a being patient,” he admitted. “It’s something I have to work at.”
“Really? You seem so…in control.”
“Don’t put me on a pedestal.” He gave her a mocking grin.
She pushed his shoulder then slipped her fingers into his. “Is hand holding okay? I don’t want you to come in your pants or anything.”
She giggled and played with his hand, running her fingertips over the various pale scars that marred his dark brown skin. “But seriously, you’re almost famous for being calm and in control. Nothing seems to tempt you.”
“I am, now. But I worked really hard to get here.”
His first instinct was to brush her off and give her some bullshit answer that made him look good. He’d been living in the fake world of movies for too long–from the minute he signed his contract, he’d been taught how to give good personal PR. But this was Sunny. He couldn’t lie to her, even if the truth was far from flattering.
He sat back slightly as he looked at the ceiling. “Growing up, I was a shithead of a kid. All about me, instant gratification, and how I could get what I wanted.”