Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,45
I walk into the bathroom and totally start with the froufrou but just lightly.
Chapter Fifteen
Carter
When I woke up next to her for the second day in a row, I had a slight panic attack. Especially since I was spooning her. I got out of the bad so fast I’m surprised she didn’t wake up. I looked over at her, and I had to stop and just take her in. Her long hair fanned across her pillow, and her lips were slightly parted. Getting home last night after that crazy scene I filmed, I was gutted and destroyed. It was another heavy scene. This one with me holding my missing daughter’s pjs and crying into it. I just wanted to be alone, and then when I was finally alone, I wanted her there with me. Not just anyone. I wanted her, her smile, her eye roll, her sassy, just fucking her. That is what I wanted, and when I found her outside shivering, it was a no-brainer to grab her in my arms even though I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew the risk I was taking by letting my guard down, but with her, it’s just natural and comes easy. She doesn’t want anything from me. In fact, she wants the opposite from me.
Now here I am, getting ready to take her hiking, and I’m so nervous I feel sick. I run my hands through my hair and grab my blue vest, shrugging it on over my thick knitted wool sweater. I had to wear a thermal shirt under it so it didn’t itch. My green khakis make the look. I grab my glasses and beanie, then open my door and am surprised when I see her door already open. I walk into living room and spot her looking at her watch, and I take her in. Fuck, I wasn’t lying before when I said she looked good in everything. I never thought Billy boots could be sexy, but fuck, if she would just wear those, it would be sexy as fuck.
Leaning against the couch with her head down, looking at her phone, she is wearing black leggings with her black Billy boots. A long thick gray long-sleeved hooded sweater, the black vest on, and a black baseball hat on her head holding her ponytail in the back. I clear my throat. “Twenty-four minutes.” She smiles and then puts on her glasses. “Did you put on froufrou?” It takes everything in me not to claim her mouth and kiss the sass right out of her. Instead, I shake my head almost like I’m erasing the image from my head. But nothing I’m doing is making it go away.
If only she knew I jerked off for a good five minutes before I could even think of getting dressed. I smirk at her. “Okay, let’s go.” I walk to the fridge and grab two bottles of water and chuck them into the black backpack that was dropped off with the boots this morning. Getting into the truck, I plug in the address and make my way there. Pulling into the parking lot, I see only two other cars in the parking lot. “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she says and then grabs some lip gloss from her pocket and puts it on. Now all I can think about is whether she tastes like strawberries or cherries. She gets out, and I follow suit, and we walk to a guy waiting at the entrance of the trail.
He is wearing all beige with a brown hat. “Welcome, welcome,” he says in a booming voice.
“Hi, I’m Erin,” she says with a smile on her face and her hand extended.
“I’m Jim.” He smiles at her, grabbing her hand, then looks at me, extending his hand to me. “Right on time.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, and he just nods his head.
“We are going to start at the bottom and work our way up,” he says, pointing with his finger. “Then work our way down.”
“That looks high,” she says quietly, leaning into me. I chuckle and grab her hand. She intertwines her fingers in mine, and we just walk. It’s natural, and she doesn’t make a big deal that we are holding hands. We start walking up the hill with Jim in front of us, the sound of water running to the right of us. I walk closer to the edge, and she stops, letting go of my hand. “No.”