Val stepped into the dressing room, toweling the water out of his hair from his second shower that day.

Lilla was seated at one end of the long couch, reading a book.

He'd tugged on jeans coming out of the shower, not bothering to button them, and they began to feel a little tight as his body responded to the lovely sight she made.

She glanced up at him, lowering the book a little, and he noticed how flushed she looked. Sitting beside her, he watched her a little closer.

She was squirming in her seat, looking distinctly… uncomfortable.

Intrigued, he moved himself closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and peering down at her. She leaned back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his nose in the fragrant chestnut waves at the crown of her head. "What are you reading?"

She shrugged, lifting the book up higher so he could see.

He made it exactly four lines before his cock was as hard as steel and his heart was racing in his chest. He noticed the slight blush to her cheeks and knew she was reading it for his benefit.

Lifting her so she was straddling his lap, he kissed her long and slow, running his tongue along her bottom lip, delivering a lustful nip to the smooth, plump inner flesh there, before soothing it with a lick.

He possessed her mouth, sweeping in and conquering the sweetness, staking claim there, like his body wanted to do to the softness between her thighs.

Her response was everything he could've hoped for as her fingers speared into the hair at his nape and her hips began a rhythm over the firm bulge in his jeans.

He dragged his mouth from hers, laying his hand on her hip to still the movements of her body on his throbbing hardness.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he took her in.

Her mouth was swollen and her eyes looked a little glazed as she blinked at him through drowsy lids.

The book was still clutched in her hand and he glanced down at it.

"What is that?" he rasped huskily.

Blushing, she followed his gaze to the leather-bound volume. "Erotica."

"Read it to me." He'd never got so hard, so hot, so fast, and he was loving it. This woman made him feel, made him experience life with his senses.

She bit her lip in indecision, then wrapped her arms around his neck, propping the book on one of his shoulders. Her mouth was right beside his ear, her breath rushing over his skin as she read quietly.

The sound of her voice was having as much of an effect on him as the blatantly sexual words she was reading.

He could feel the heat pouring from her where she straddled his lap. He hadn't moved his hands from her hips, yet goosebumps raced over flesh and her nipples peaked beneath the fabric of her white blouse.

He moved slowly as she read, tugging her blouse out of her slacks, and moving his fingers to the pearl buttons. He parted the fabric, taking in the smooth flesh encased in flimsy white lace.

He traced a fingertip around the peak of her breast and noted with a grin the catch in her voice as she read. Praising the front catch on her bra, he released it, her breasts spilling out into his hands.

He lifted one hand over his shoulder, taking the book from her and laying it on the couch beside them. He was too caught up in her to hear the words, anyway, but he would keep track of the book for another time.

He started to slip the blouse from her shoulders, but stopped. "Come back to the hotel with me, Lil'," he said, holding her gaze. There was an emotion there that frightened him, thrilled him, and made him ache with longing with every beat of his hammering heart.

She lifted one hand and used her slender fingers to stroke through his goatee.

He leaned into her touch, basking in the pleasurable sensations that streaked through him.

Her hand slid over his jaw to tangle in the strands of hair behind his ear, while her mouth sucked his earlobe on the other side.

"My room?"

"Mmm hmm," was all he could manage before his breath rushed out of him.

"Hurry."

Placing his hands on her upper arms, he eased her away from him. "No chance of that, baby," he said grinning through the raging heat racing through his blood.

She quickly straightened her clothes and he helped her out of his lap.

He'd never escaped a fan-filled arena so quickly and the ride in his rental took the longest. He let out a muttered curse as a taxi cut him off and traffic was at a standstill.

She scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled despite himself and wrapped his arm around her as the tension seeped out of his body.

They made it to the hotel eventually and he noticed her restlessness in the elevator. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

She gave him a tremulous smile. "Nothing. Well, I-" She sighed. "I'm nervous." Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him.

"Don't be, Lil'. I would never hurt you." He pulled her to him, holding her to help allay her fears. He wanted her to enjoy this, not be a bundle of nerves.

They got off on her floor and she fumbled with the key card when he began placing kisses on the curve of her neck.

Chuckling, he took it and slipped it into the lock.

Lilla was chewing her thumbnail nervously, and he took her hand, pulling it away from her face, before leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. "We don't have to do this, sweetheart."

She swallowed visibly. "I want you."

He slipped his arms around her, fitting her smaller body against him. "We'll go slow."

A.N. Okay, folks, after this chapter, you better have the Clorox Wipes handy, cause your screen is gonna be covered with a lot more than drool. END A.N.