Page 45 of Fragile Heart

I breeze past the fact that he just called me baby. “It’s hard not to when you’re on the cover of every magazine.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He grabs my hand and brings it to my shoulder to interlace our fingers together. “Do you feel better now?”

“Have you hooked up with Bella?” I blurt out. “I know it’s none of my business, but I just feel like I need to know before we go further.”

“No. I haven’t touched her beyond what’s required in my contract.” I exhale, thankful that he hasn’t done anything with her. It would be hard to follow someone like Bella.

“When was the last time you were with someone?” Why am I asking these questions? It’s almost like I want to torture myself.

“Not sure exactly. Sometime before I came out here.”

“You haven’t been with anyone since you got to Blue Mountain?”

He studies me for a moment. “No. You should know that. I spend all my free time with you.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know. I’m sure you could find time if you really wanted.”

Two of his fingers rotate my chin in his direction. He looks me right in my eyes and says, “You’re right. I could’ve if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. Because you’re the only one I want.”

Oh, hell.

“I didn’t even think you liked me at first,” I stutter out.

“I didn’t.” Ouch. “But you grew on me, and now you’re the only damn thing I can think about.”

He dips his chin to connect our lips. I turn to get a better angle, but he stops me and pulls me onto his lap to straddle him. His tongue swirls with mine, and I’m so lost in his lips that I almost don’t notice his erection pressing into me. Almost.

I move my butt just a few inches, and he groans into my mouth. I repeat the movement, and he puts a hand on my hip to stop me.

“Don’t.”

“Why?” I ask between breaths.

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself. I’m trying to be a good guy here and take you out first.”

“What if I want it now?”

He groans again and leans his head back on the couch. “Quinn. You’re killing me.”

“I don’t need to be taken on a date to have sex, Hudson. I’m not a virgin or anything. I know how it works.”

“It’s not for you. It’s for me. I want to do this right. I want to treat you right because you deserve the best, and I want to show you that I can give it to you.” Well, shit. How can I argue with that?

I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s serious, so I slide off his lap and back onto my seat on the couch.

“I should probably go before I come in my pants. That would be embarrassing to walk home with.” I laugh, picturing it, but I can’t help that my eyes fly to his dick. I wonder what it would be like to watch him come. “Stop looking at him like that, or I’m not going to be able to walk out that door.”

I give him a shy smile. “Sorry.” He stands, and I walk him to the door.

He kisses my forehead and says, “See you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Before I can even respond, he’s walking down the hall.

---