(Hart's POV)
There she is, on top of me. I was so taken by her sudden confidence that I barely realized my dicks trying to burn a whole through my boxer briefs.
She's staring right at it. At me.
Darling, this really doesn't help it go away. It does quite the opposite, actually. I explain wordlessly.
"Um..." I feel her weight shift as she begins to get off of me, but she then relaxes a bit, letting her body sink into mine comfortably.
I guess she changed her mind.
I'm not complaining.
"Sorry. Can't really control it, love." I try to explain with a shy smile, not from my own uncomfortableness, but Jordyn's.
"I know. It's okay." She shrugs as she smiles shines through understandingly. "Hart?" Worry consumes her suddenly.
"Yes?" I place my hands on her knees and run my hands up and down them gently to comfort her nerves.
"I um... I need you to know something before anything else happens between us." Jordyn begins slowly.
"What is it? You can tell me anything." I offer my trust to the woman sat on top of me.
She takes a deep and shaky breath before she continues. "Well... I told you my parents pretty much control everything in my life; where I go, who I'm with, what I do. I'm really... sheltered?"
"Alright..." Where could she be going with this? What is so hard for her to say to me?
"I've... I've never been able to be in the situation where things got... serious or heated enough to the certain level of-
She huffs frustratedly at herself. "What I'm saying is I'm not that... experienced." She eyes her fidgeting fingers on my chest, not daring to look me in the eyes. "I haven't been with-I'm um... I'm still a virgin." She shamefully admits.
There's absolutely no need to be ashamed of that.
I sit up on my elbow a bit and cup her face with my free hand. "Jordyn, look at me please." She shyly does what I ask of her. "There is nothing to be shamed of. And there is no rush for anything to happen with us if you're not ready or one hundred percent comfortable. I don't mind waiting. I'd like to, really. Alright? I want more than sex from you. You know that, right?"
Oh god. She does know that, right? Have I led her to believe that I want only her body and nothing to do with her? I couldn't have. I sure hope that's the last thing I've done, even by accident.
"Of course I do." My body relaxes with relief as she leans down and kisses me for a long moment that I cherish every second of. When our lips part, she stares longingly at me for what seems like an eternity.
"What is it?" I finally blurt out, not being about to keep my thoughts in my head with her looking at me like that.
"Just... don't think I want to wait too long, Hart. I mean, I about lost it when you kissed me in the car." Her little smirk doesn't go as unnoticed by me as she would've liked it to. This causes her to explain herself. "Well... I did lose it a little bit, actually." She leans down and puts her sweet lips to my ear. "I did have to change my panties." Her voice was low and her breath was hot, burning against my ear, driving me crazy and she knew it too.
You seductive little thing.
"You might have to change them again if you keep this up." I tell her just as low. She gasps at my words. Now that I think about it, I can pick up on her innocence. I guess no one has ever talked to her like this before and that's why she's so effected by every little thing I say and do.
I can almost see her heart trying to beat its way out of her little chest.
Oh god, her chest... it's really not so little. But little doesn't sum her up well. She's not a stick and I don't wish for her to be. Jordyn is made up of beautiful curves. Her thighs are thick like honey and her waist isn't dramatic petit, but small. She's quite perfect to me.
"Okay, we have to get some sleep." She hops off me and gets comfortable on her side of the bed.
How am I supposed to get to sleep with this much tension between her and I?
"Fine." I whine, knowing she has a valid point. "But, I still have a few questions left." I try to distract myself from the slightly painful pressure in my briefs.
"Alright." She smiles at me, awaiting thoughts patiently.
Face to face, I pull her body into mine before I ask Jordyn what's been flying about my brain. "When did you know you wanted to be a singer?"
"Well... I always dreamed about it when I was little. But, the first time I knew I was really meant to sing I was about... 16, I think. I was at home alone on a Friday night while the rest of my family went out to eat-because I'd stay home just so I could sing loud," she adds quickly. "Anyway, I started singing I'll Never Love Again from A STAR IS BORN. I was in my pajamas singing my heart out in the living room," She pauses to laugh at herself.
I smile warmly at this fact.
"And after I sang that song, I went outside on my back porch to look at the view. It was dark and the sky was clear. You would think I would appreciate the view of the mountains more than anything-and I do in the daytime. But, I was always more excited to see the lights from the town that lit up in the dark below our house. And the stars, of course. It made me think of possibilities for something more than my boring life. It still does. So that night, I gazed at the lights in the distance and got lost in them as I imagined my future. I knew then I wanted to travel the world, figure out who I am and not who my family made me out to be. And most importantly, to sing."
I've never heard her talk like this before. It amazes me how she tells a story, like you're right there with her.
"So... I guess as a promise to myself; that no matter what, I wouldn't stop until those things happened... I sang. I got my phone out and put on the karaoke version of Shallow, from A STAR IS BORN. As stupid as it sounds, I imagined that I was singing for an audience. But that was the first time it felt... real. It felt so, incredibly real. I remember how the wind blew against my face and threw my hair. I remember the emotion that fell out of my voice as I sang with everything inside of me. And after the song was over... I just knew... that's what I was supposed to do for the rest of my life. I think I cried." She giggles. "Oh and I remember freezings my ass off that night, too." She continues to laugh. Untouched by her own story.
How the fuck can she gets so emotional and then laugh about it the next second? Here I am, getting lost in her story and on the edge of tears and what does she do? Make a joke about freezing that cute ass of hers off.
Some women she is.
"Wow. That's was-
"Stupid, I know." She makes fun of herself before I have the change to, something she does quite frequently.
"No." I shake my head in disagreement and find her fingers to get tangled in. "It was... personal and real. How did you learn to tell a story like that?" I question seriously wanting to know the actual answer.
"Um... what do you mean?" She giggles, oblivious of her own ability of storytelling.
"What do you mean, what do I mean?! I felt like I was there, watching it happen! Now wonder you're a song writer! You make people feel the emotions you felt, weather they would like to or not! You're-
I have no words, so I simply kiss the miracle before me.
"You know, you're the whole fucking package?"
"Shut up!" She chuckles, pushing me away playfully while her eyes roll.
I love you.
Um... well that's new.
"You are a very beautiful woman." I admit wholeheartedly instead, figuring that that will sound less creepy.
"I wish people would see you the way I do." She gets a little more serious, but holds her easy smile across her lips.
"And how do you see me?" I softly ask, brushing some hair out of her face.
"I see a humble, kind man who cares about all people. A man who wishes to be treated not as Hart Sloan the player, but just as... Hart. A beautiful, passionate person who loves to sing."
Her words melt my heart in the warmest way. To keep my sensitive self from tearing up, I clear my throat and try to lighten the mood with a cheeky comment.
"So... you think I'm beautiful, do you?"
"I meant on the inside you dick!" She swats at my chest. "And you know, on the outside too-but whatever. You already know that."
Wait for it... wait for it... and there it is! The classic eye roll of hers.
"Where have you been?" I speak my thought out loud. I'm never going to be about to have a filter again, am I? At least not around her.
"I've just been waiting, I guess." Her shoulders shrug lightly. "Just waiting." The smile she wears now makes me fall for her all over again. That is if I've already falling for her. Who am I kidding? I have.
"Alright, I have two more questions." I smirk excitedly waiting for her reaction to the question I haven't even spoken yet. "Between Tori Kelly-her favorite female singer-and myself, who's your favorite?"
"That's too easy."
I knew it. It's m-
"Tori." She admits with the straightest face she's ever warn.
"Damn, woman! Answer faster why don't you? That hurt!" I pout, clinging to my chest dramatically.
The cutest laughter fills the room. "Hart! I'm just fucking with you. My friends have asked me that question before and my answer is always you." She kisses me with smiley lips.
"Really?" I light up.
"Yeah, but don't let it go to your head."
"Hm... too late." I pull her even closer and kiss her back.
"What's your last question?" She pulls away from my lips to ask.
Oh... you're gonna love this one.
I'm not even gonna try to hide the smirk permanently plastered on my lips at the moment. "Have you ever thought about me while you were... you know?" I run my hand slowly up her leg, letting the electricity build in that place in which I'm referring to. "And be honest." I demand lifting my eyebrows.
She rolls on top of me and kisses my neck painfully slowly, then whispers her answer in my ear. It's the sexiest sentence I've ever heard.
"More than once."
I throw her on her back, forcing us to trade places. I suck on the skin all over her neck. She moans with pleasure.
"I have another question." She remembers, slowly getting the words out due to my distracting lips.
"Which is?" I whisper against her skin. She shivers under me, then pulls herself together.
"Are you gonna write a song about me?" She breathes a laugh.
It's gonna be a challenge to stop writing songs about you once I get the chance to start.
"Are you?" I test.
What? The cheeky answers always more fun.
"It's my turn ask the questions." Jordyn insists.
I sigh as my lips are pulled from her neck to speak my answer. "Darling, it sure as hell will be more than just one song."
"Really?" The doubt in her voice is sarcastic, but still evident.
"Mm hm." I hum and feel her relax under me.
"Same here." She informs with warmth in her tone.
I can't wait to hear the songs. And write them.
"Okay, you have to get some sleep, Mr Sloan."
"Um, not with you calling me that, Miss Marshalls." I tickle her side, leaving her to squirm. "And how do you expect me to get to sleep with you right beside me, begging to be kissed?"
"I wouldn't call it, begging..."
"Well, begging or not, I can't stop kissing you." I'm consumed by the flavor of her lips once more. I'll never get tired of their taste. But to my dissatisfaction, the warmth of her lips on mine vanishes and I'm left cold and empty. My eyes fly open.
"Hey... you know I don't want you because you're, Hart Sloan. You know I don't care about how much money you have or-
"Love, I know. You've already explained that." I chuckle softly.
"I know, but I want to make myself totally clear. In the past few hours, you've given me so much, Hart. You're given me an escape and you've given me freedom-which I will never take lightly. And... forgive me if I sound weird but, you've also given me a part of yourself."
She's right, I did give her a part of myself. She just has no idea how much that part of me is.
"And I am so grateful for that. For you. You're... just the way you're looking at me and holding me right now... it lets me know that you see me, Hart. You're not trying to change me like most everyone else in my life has. And for once, I feel like I'm enough, because you treat me like I am."
"You are so much more than enough." I speak slow, allowing each one of my words to sink in. I hold her face with my hands and like a magnet, her lips are pulled to mine.
"Okay, I'll let you get some sleep. You'll need your energy for tomorrow. Tours not as easy as it looks. It's a lot to take in." I warn, tiredly.
"Alright." She kisses me then turns to her side with her back to my own.
We agreed it's probably better if we sleep on our own sides of the bed tonight. Considering the fact that we're both trying to control ourselves. And holding her body so close to mine doesn't seem like the best idea if we're trying have self control.
Especially when I'm already as hard as a rock.
"Goodnight." Jordyn sings sweetly.
"Sleep well, miss Marshalls." I smile from ear to ear, hearing a soft giggle come from her side of the bed. I make the decision not to comment, solely because I'd like that to be that last thing I hear before I drift to sleep.
But Jordyn tosses and turns for about fifteen minutes or so. And after having the debate in my head, I finally break the silence. "You alright over there, love?" I worry.
"I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm not used to wearing clothes to bed when I'm not cold." An embarrassed giggle comes into play after she's given up her confession.
"Me either." I admit with a quiet chuckle. "What are we gonna do about it?" I ask with my back still turned to hers.
I'm dying to know her answer.
"I can feel you smirking." I chuckle a little too loudly at her comment and I fear that I've woken up the entire bus.
After a long moment of silence, she speaks the most wonderful words. "I won't look if you won't."
"Deal." I take my boxers off under the covers when a thought comes to mind.
Wait! If I can barley control myself with her fully clothed, how the bloody hell am I supposed to control myself with her in only her panties?!
Please tell me she wants to lose control as well. If not, I'm screwed.
Oh for fuck sake.
I'm gonna be a miserable mess trying to get to sleep.