"No," he shakes his head. "I just let the tabloids print what they wanted, let the women get the publicity they wanted. I didn't want the confrontation." He hangs his head down. "I see now that maybe that was all a mistake."
His eyes are earnest when he lifts his head back up to look at me, "But, Katie, I never thought I would meet someone like you. Someone who I would want to have a good image for. You have to believe me when I tell you I've never felt this way about another woman before in my fucking life."
I can't speak. All I can do is stare up at him with wide eyes, my heart thumping and fluttering with the first wings of hope at his heartfelt words.
He cups my face with his hands. "I promise you, sweet girl, that if you give yourself to me, I won't let anything hurt you. Fuck the tabloids. You'll never be labeled another one of my conquests. I'll tell the world you're my girlfriend. Because that's what I want. You. Mine."
All my resistance falls away, and he must sense it because he leans in and kisses me again, passionately, insistently.
My arms wind around his neck, and I finally allow my fingers to delve into his mass of raven-black hair.
He groans into my mouth, as he slips his hands under my dress. "This fucking dress," he rasps against my mouth. "Do you know how it's taunted me all damn week, watching this red fabric swish and sway on your thighs? How many times I've wanted to rip it off you right there on set?"
I gasp when his fingers slip under my panties and make contact with my bare skin.
He hisses in a breath, "So fucking wet for me, baby. You want this too, don't you, sweet girl?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He rips my panties from my body and unzips his pants, freeing his huge erection with a groan.
I barely have a chance to glimpse the hard, swollen flesh jutting out from his pants before he lifts me in his arms. My legs circle around him instinctively, and I cling to him as he spins us and pushes my back against the door again.
His lips crash onto mine, effectively rendering me dumb and mute again. I melt into the kiss, loving the feeling of his tongue dancing with mine.
Suddenly, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth at the same time as he rears his hips back and juts his cock straight up into me.
He groans, but my limbs tighten around him, and I scream into his mouth as I feel the barrier of my innocence give way under his quick invasion.
He immediately stills at my distress and pulls back to look down into my eyes questioningly.
I blush as the moment of comprehension dawns on him. "Fucking hell," his eyes are wide. "You're a virgin?"
I bite my lip. "Not anymore," I whisper.
"Fuck, Katie. You should have told me. I'd have been gentler. Fuck," he swears again. "Did I hurt you?" The look on his face is so genuinely worried, I can't help but try to reassure him.
"It did sting, but the pain is fading."
He searches my eyes as if he’s trying to make sure I’m telling the truth. He finally drops his forehead down onto mine and takes in a ragged breath. "Fuck, sweet girl. I hate the thought of hurting you, but fuck me if I don't relish the thought that I'm the only man to ever be between these sweet thighs."
My muscles clench around him involuntarily at his possessive words. He makes a choked sound and pushes deeper inside me.
I toss my head back against the door and moan at the delicious sensation. It no longer hurts.
No, it feels so fucking good when he slides inside me. I feel so full, and there's so much pressure. I'm throbbing, aching.
"I know, sweet baby," he whispers against my cheek. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks me as he tests me with another gentle prod.
I gasp and tighten my grip on his shoulders. "Yes," I breathe out, my eyes looking up to find his pinned intently on me, watching every emotion flit across my face.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Katie." His chocolate eyes are smoldering down at me, and I feel myself go weak. It's a good thing he's holding me in his arms because the way he's looking at me, I'd melt right into a puddle in the floor at his feet were I standing.
I take the initiative for the first time and press my lips against his.
That seems to snap something inside him because he loses control then. He takes command of the kiss, devouring my mouth as he begins to push up inside me insistently. I whimper under the assault of both his mouth and body.
"Oh fuck, Katie, Katie, Katie," he chants against my lips. "Mine. My girl. My sweet, sweet girl." His lips are open against my cheek. His breath fans my ear as he continues to mumble endearments against my skin. I feel my wetness gushing as his thrusts pick up tempo.
"Motherfucker," he grits out, his hips pumping into me furiously, sliding me up and down against the wall. And that pressure, that delicious pressure is building inside me. I can't think. I just need…I need…