Settled into the car, she snorted when he finally gave up what had made him laugh, her smile reappearing, relaxing from the tension that had held her so stiffly from the moment the journalist had cornered her in the first place. "We'd better not make this a habit," she chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. "Whoever you sent out to get the clothes today might start getting a reputation."
"I do believe you're right," he laughed, glad that the tension had lifted. "But we'll make the no change of clothes part the non habit," he pointed out. "Not the you are coming over to my place. Got it?" He smirked as he put his Ray Bans on.
Her gaze slid over to him, a little sly and a lot mischievous. "Handing out orders again, are we, Mr Moretz?" Damn, you're even more gorgeous when you laugh. When you smile. Geez, Ryan was right. I'm going gooey. "Is this where you tell me how you got my size so perfect in every detail? Because I know for a fact that my underwear - what was left of it - didn't have a readable label."
Sliding his sunglasses down his nose, he tilted his head and flicked a gaze over at her. You really don't want the answer to that. Then he smiled and returned his attention to the road. "Call it a lucky guess." More like educated, but she doesn't want to hear about the others. And though he was fighting the inner monologue, he kept his face pleasantly placid.
"What, did you take a plaster cast of your hands and send your guy out with that?" Heather asked, prodding just to tease him now, biting her lip harder to contain her excited smile at the look he gave her for asking in the first place. Without quite realizing it, she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling heat pooling intimately as it sank in that she was alone with him Again. Can he really top last night, I wonder?
"Close," he teased. "I drugged you, had a plaster cast made of your body, had it duplicated about twenty times, sent it to different stores and then had them hand make the thread..." he teased with a wink.
"Shut up!" She burst out laughing, though, delighted by how relaxed he had suddenly become, how different this side of him was to the intense lover, the dark seducer, the angry control freak. How many personalities does this guy have? And since when is it fair that he's so freaking hot no matter what mood he's in? "I guess that explains how long I slept in, huh?"
"Days baby, and oh, the things I did to you!" He couldn't help the broad grin that spread across his face. "I bet you didn't even know you could bend like that." He waggled his brows in her direction. She made him feel care free, without the responsibilities that his adult life was hefting onto his relatively young shoulders.
"Well, that's just not fair." She pouted at him, playing along with this playful stranger with ease, wondering how an encounter with the paparazzi could have flipped a switch in him like this. "Maybe I should get my own back somehow. Drug you, maybe. Or just tie you up, blindfold you, and give you a little payback." She snickered softly, although .... Yes, the thought of him doing that to her was certainly enticing.
The thought of being tied up and blind folded made his smile falter only a tiny bit. "You interested in that kind of thing?" The thought of doing that to her made his pants tighten. "Being tied up, spanked, blindfolded... who would have thought you were such a kinky little girl?" The words rolled off of his tongue like honey and when he glanced at her again, that look was back in his dark, glittering eyes.
"Uh ..." Damn. How does he do that? She was blushing again, and for some reason, she couldn't quite get her mouth to work well enough to form words for a moment. Swallowing hard, she tore her gaze away from that glittering danger in his eyes, staring ahead through the windscreen as she quite deliberately sat on her hands. "I'm ... curious." And just admitting that made her tremble at the thought of him pushing her limits a little further, forcing her to stifle a soft moan as her overactive imagination conjured up that image.
"I see," he murmured, and he really did. Yeah baby, get those wheels spinning and that kitty nice and wet for me. "So, how about using toys. You ever do that, Miss Garabedian?" He'd seen her go from being shameless in front of a crowd to almost shy when only in his company. Just how much of her bravado was for show? Christian wanted to know.
Toys? Heather swallowed again, wondering why her mouth had chosen now to get so dry when other parts of her were in danger of flooding. Thank God these jeans are patterned. "I guess that depends what you mean by toys," she said softly, her voice growing huskier as they spoke, completely unable to keep herself from imagining the various things she'd heard about, and yes, seen on the internet from time to time, happening to her. "Actually, no, it doesn't. The answer's no, I've never ... used any toys."
"Not even a vibrator?" Her flushed skin was doing wonders and he tried to imagine getting out of the car, much less walking. He kept his voice low, calm and what he thought was a soothing but seductive tone. "I guess we'll have to remedy that." And a myriad of other toys, too, Miss Garabedian. Can't wait to see you with a spreader bar between your ankles.
She shook her head hurriedly, biting her lower lip hard as her breathing quickened. His voice was doing incredible things to her, making her wish he'd just pull over and f*ck her here and now, anything to ease the delectable ache that was spreading with every second that passed. Part of her wished she was wearing a bra, though - she was sure her nipples were on the verge of bursting through the fabric of her top, they were so hard, aching and throbbing with the need to be touched. "I did say I was vanilla, didn't I?"
"Oh yes, that," he smiled and wondered if she realized they already passed his apartment twice over. "Well, we both did agree to try, now didn't we?" Instead of passing it, this time he pulled into the parking garage and into the reserved stall. Wasting no time at all, he turned off the motor, and was around to open her door for her. "Let's just see where tonight takes us, shall we?"
It took her a moment to unstick herself from her stiff seated position while he waited for her to stand, one long leg and then the other sliding from the car as she rose onto her feet, her bag held loose in one hand. She hadn't noticed the scenic route they'd taken, too distracted by their conversation. "You said something about teaching me," she recalled, almost shy as she looked up into his hypnotically dark eyes. Seriously, bend me over the hood. Screw who sees.
Her heated gaze was nearly Christian's undoing. But, a bed is much softer, more forgiving and is a lot easier to sleep on, afterward He simply smiled, took her hand and led her towards the express elevator. "I'd like to teach you," he admitted with more husk to his voice than he would have liked. "But learning is doing. And doing includes safe words. It's important for you to know that if you ever use those words, I will stop. Immediately. I'm into pleasure, Miss Garabedian, not torture," he smiled and stepped into the elevator when it opened up for them.
"I do believe you're right," he laughed, glad that the tension had lifted. "But we'll make the no change of clothes part the non habit," he pointed out. "Not the you are coming over to my place. Got it?" He smirked as he put his Ray Bans on.
Her gaze slid over to him, a little sly and a lot mischievous. "Handing out orders again, are we, Mr Moretz?" Damn, you're even more gorgeous when you laugh. When you smile. Geez, Ryan was right. I'm going gooey. "Is this where you tell me how you got my size so perfect in every detail? Because I know for a fact that my underwear - what was left of it - didn't have a readable label."
Sliding his sunglasses down his nose, he tilted his head and flicked a gaze over at her. You really don't want the answer to that. Then he smiled and returned his attention to the road. "Call it a lucky guess." More like educated, but she doesn't want to hear about the others. And though he was fighting the inner monologue, he kept his face pleasantly placid.
"What, did you take a plaster cast of your hands and send your guy out with that?" Heather asked, prodding just to tease him now, biting her lip harder to contain her excited smile at the look he gave her for asking in the first place. Without quite realizing it, she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling heat pooling intimately as it sank in that she was alone with him Again. Can he really top last night, I wonder?
"Close," he teased. "I drugged you, had a plaster cast made of your body, had it duplicated about twenty times, sent it to different stores and then had them hand make the thread..." he teased with a wink.
"Shut up!" She burst out laughing, though, delighted by how relaxed he had suddenly become, how different this side of him was to the intense lover, the dark seducer, the angry control freak. How many personalities does this guy have? And since when is it fair that he's so freaking hot no matter what mood he's in? "I guess that explains how long I slept in, huh?"
"Days baby, and oh, the things I did to you!" He couldn't help the broad grin that spread across his face. "I bet you didn't even know you could bend like that." He waggled his brows in her direction. She made him feel care free, without the responsibilities that his adult life was hefting onto his relatively young shoulders.
"Well, that's just not fair." She pouted at him, playing along with this playful stranger with ease, wondering how an encounter with the paparazzi could have flipped a switch in him like this. "Maybe I should get my own back somehow. Drug you, maybe. Or just tie you up, blindfold you, and give you a little payback." She snickered softly, although .... Yes, the thought of him doing that to her was certainly enticing.
The thought of being tied up and blind folded made his smile falter only a tiny bit. "You interested in that kind of thing?" The thought of doing that to her made his pants tighten. "Being tied up, spanked, blindfolded... who would have thought you were such a kinky little girl?" The words rolled off of his tongue like honey and when he glanced at her again, that look was back in his dark, glittering eyes.
"Uh ..." Damn. How does he do that? She was blushing again, and for some reason, she couldn't quite get her mouth to work well enough to form words for a moment. Swallowing hard, she tore her gaze away from that glittering danger in his eyes, staring ahead through the windscreen as she quite deliberately sat on her hands. "I'm ... curious." And just admitting that made her tremble at the thought of him pushing her limits a little further, forcing her to stifle a soft moan as her overactive imagination conjured up that image.
"I see," he murmured, and he really did. Yeah baby, get those wheels spinning and that kitty nice and wet for me. "So, how about using toys. You ever do that, Miss Garabedian?" He'd seen her go from being shameless in front of a crowd to almost shy when only in his company. Just how much of her bravado was for show? Christian wanted to know.
Toys? Heather swallowed again, wondering why her mouth had chosen now to get so dry when other parts of her were in danger of flooding. Thank God these jeans are patterned. "I guess that depends what you mean by toys," she said softly, her voice growing huskier as they spoke, completely unable to keep herself from imagining the various things she'd heard about, and yes, seen on the internet from time to time, happening to her. "Actually, no, it doesn't. The answer's no, I've never ... used any toys."
"Not even a vibrator?" Her flushed skin was doing wonders and he tried to imagine getting out of the car, much less walking. He kept his voice low, calm and what he thought was a soothing but seductive tone. "I guess we'll have to remedy that." And a myriad of other toys, too, Miss Garabedian. Can't wait to see you with a spreader bar between your ankles.
She shook her head hurriedly, biting her lower lip hard as her breathing quickened. His voice was doing incredible things to her, making her wish he'd just pull over and f*ck her here and now, anything to ease the delectable ache that was spreading with every second that passed. Part of her wished she was wearing a bra, though - she was sure her nipples were on the verge of bursting through the fabric of her top, they were so hard, aching and throbbing with the need to be touched. "I did say I was vanilla, didn't I?"
"Oh yes, that," he smiled and wondered if she realized they already passed his apartment twice over. "Well, we both did agree to try, now didn't we?" Instead of passing it, this time he pulled into the parking garage and into the reserved stall. Wasting no time at all, he turned off the motor, and was around to open her door for her. "Let's just see where tonight takes us, shall we?"
It took her a moment to unstick herself from her stiff seated position while he waited for her to stand, one long leg and then the other sliding from the car as she rose onto her feet, her bag held loose in one hand. She hadn't noticed the scenic route they'd taken, too distracted by their conversation. "You said something about teaching me," she recalled, almost shy as she looked up into his hypnotically dark eyes. Seriously, bend me over the hood. Screw who sees.
Her heated gaze was nearly Christian's undoing. But, a bed is much softer, more forgiving and is a lot easier to sleep on, afterward He simply smiled, took her hand and led her towards the express elevator. "I'd like to teach you," he admitted with more husk to his voice than he would have liked. "But learning is doing. And doing includes safe words. It's important for you to know that if you ever use those words, I will stop. Immediately. I'm into pleasure, Miss Garabedian, not torture," he smiled and stepped into the elevator when it opened up for them.