Christina thought. ‘Here comes the grilling.’
“Oh, gracious, Christina, I have no intentions of trying to run you off.”
This surprised the younger woman. “You don’t?”
“I admit when JC said you were a Hollywood girl I was concerned. He’s been with enough Hollywood types. They don’t make him happy.” Karen looked directly at Christina. “But you do. And you maybe able to fit into the show business crowd, but you aren’t a show biz girl, all about parties and being seen.”
“No, I’m not.”
“If I don’t miss my guess, you’re s solid career woman with both feet planted firmly on the ground.”
“That’s how I think of myself.”
“Splendid!”
Wow! First hurdle cleared. “What else are you dying to know?”
Karen laughed. “You’re very grounded and Josh says you’re very tough and protective of him.”
Christina shrugged. “Sometimes he seems so innocent of people and their motives. He tries to see all the good — I see the entire picture.”
“He needs someone like that in his life. He’s a good and generous soul. People take advantage of him.”
“Not with me watching his back,” Christina assured the mother.
“It’s good to hear, Christina. I’ve been worried with this solo project…” Karen sighed. “I don’t know if he can put himself out there alone. He isn’t a self-promoter…”
Christina was aware her lover’s personality was nothing like the other NSYNCer who had taken a solo turn. She had heard rumors. “Then I guess the people who love him will just have to nudge him out there — and protect his interests.”
The mother nodded and smiled. “I like you, Christina.”
JC stepped in just in time to hear those words. He came up behind Christina and wrapped his arms around her. “I like her, too,” he announced.
“She is the nicest girl you’ve brought home in some time.”
JC nuzzled Christina’s cheek. “I think so, too.”
Christina chuckled. “Now if only your father is so easy to please.”
“C, Mom is the big gun. You just passed.”
Christina woke at the feel of someone climbing on the bed with her. Opening her eyes, she found JC sitting next to her. “What are you doing in here?” she hissed. Being guests in his parents’ home, she believed separate bedrooms meant no hanky panky.
JC reached out to smooth her hair. “I just came for a little good-night sugar,” he told her quietly.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured disbelieving as she eyed the front of his pajama pants.
Taking her hands, he pulled her up to sitting position. When the sheet fell away, he saw she was wearing a sexy silk gown of scarlet. “Damn! How come you never wear anything like that when we’re alone?”
“Because we started sleeping together as friends – and later, night gowns were unnecessary.”
True enough, he supposed. He didn’t need to be seduced. “It looks beautiful on you, C.”
His soft sigh of pure pleasure, disarmed her. She reached her arms around his neck for a sweet kiss. “Goodnight, JC,” she whispered against his mouth.
Snaking one arm around her, he drew her against him. He rubbed his lips over hers repeatedly until she was whimpering and begging for a kiss. It still amazed him how he had the ability to do that to her. She had always been such a cool customer and he wasn’t exactly the lady-killer type. “You make me feel so good, Christina. The way you want me…the way you let your weaknesses show…it’s so awesome.”
She raised lambent, dazed eyes to his. “You make me weak,” she confessed.
His smile was tender and appreciative. “And you admitting to it…Baby, you just put I all out there for me. No one’s ever done that before. You don’t hide a thing.”
“I did my fair share of hiding when I was trying not to be in love with you.”
“I’m glad you decided we could be – in love that is. I was already there and I was afraid you wouldn’t ever be mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Yeah, and I am so yours.” JC kissed her then, slow, hot and seductive. His hands skimmed over her shoulders, slipping the strap down. After a brief foray to nips and nibble at her ear and neck, his mouth slid across that silky flesh, leaving a damp trail to cool in the night air.
“JC…” she whimpered helplessly.
Dropping his head lower, his tongue traced erotic patterns along the top swell of her breasts.
“Not fair,” she reminded him weakly. “We can’t.”
“Yes, we can,” he assured her seductively.
“Your parents will hear…”
“I’ll keep you quiet.” His lips closed over one tight nipple, lashing it with his tongue before settling in to a tender suckling.
Christina buried her hands in his thick hair. “Jace, we shouldn’t.”
“I don’t think we can help it.”
They could if he would stop these delicious things he was doing to her…shifting to his knees, he pulled her astride his thighs, yanking up her gown so the only thing between them was the pesky pajama bottoms he wore. He could feel the heat and dampness of her.
“You want this as much as I do,” he growled in her ear. “You’re soft and wet and hot…”
“Of course, I want you, JC. It’s just the bed will make noise—“
“Then let’s take this party to the floor.” He tossed the comforter to the floor followed by some pillows.
She wasn’t about to argue. He had her in such a state she was ready to do just about anything to have him. She left the bed, losing her gown as she went. Bending to arrange the comforter, she was unaware of the vision her bottom made.
JC licked his lips and rubbed himself through his pants. She had a perfect little butt…
Glancing back to catch his interest, she knelt at his feet. “Let me help you, baby.” She tugged his waistband down until his manhood sprang out, thick and hard. “Yum.” Swirling her tongue around the tip, she lowered her head a little at a time until she could take no more.
“Damn, C!” He grunted his pleasure. She was good at this — and what was even better; she seemed to truly enjoy pleasuring him in this manner. As her hot mouth worked up and down, licking and sucking, he grew closer to his explosion. “Baby, I’m almost there...Oh, yeah, you do that so good…” he moaned his encouragement.
Christina reached up to gently squeeze his sac just as he began to twitch.
“Christina!” he cried out in anxious whisper as he jetted into her mouth. After a moment to recover, he opened his eyes to find her sitting back on her heels, a supremely satisfied look on her face. “You like that, huh?”
“I enjoy you.”
He stood to shed his pajama pants and join her on the floor. Arranging the pillows so one cushioned her head and another was beneath her hips, he urged her to lay back. “My turn to enjoy my late night snack,” he announced wickedly.
JC didn’t hesitate — he went straight in for the kill, forcing her to shove a fist in her mouth to smother her little shriek of surprise. Licking and stroking his tongue into her, he did the things he’d learned drove her wild. She writhed beneath him, doing her best not to make noise.
“Jace, stop,” she whimpered. “I can’t be quiet when you do that.”
He wasn’t listening. Instead he increased the pace of his assault. Taking that sweet little bundle of nerves into his mouth, he sucked and swirled his tongue around it until her body grew taut.
“JC, damn you!” she moaned softly. She buried her fingers in his hair holding him where he was. “Oh, yes!” she arched up, giving him what he wanted.
Lapping up her offering, he kept her right on the edge. “Mmm…honey, pure delicious love honey.”
“You’re terrible,” Christina told him as she stroked his hair.
“Is that another word for good?” He moved up to align their bodies. With one swift thrust, he was deep within her.
“Mmm…so very good, Mr. Chasez,” she purred.
“This time, I’ll keep you quiet.” To prove his point, JC lowered his mouth over hers as he rode them to that perfect peak of bliss together.
JC had never been clubbing with Christina. It didn’t seem to be her style. One evening when he announced he was in the mood to go, he was surprised she readily agreed. Her only stipulation was that someone else drove if they were both going to be drinking. That should have been his first clue the evening wasn’t going to be a typical night out for them.
The second clue was the outfit Christina had chosen. The skirt was the shortest one he’d ever seen her wear. The buttery brown leather covered precisely what needed to be covered and not much else. The matching short boots were a practical choice. The gauzy red shirt left her mid-drift bare while exposing some cleavage. On any other female, JC wouldn’t have considered it too reveling — just clubbing clothes — But this was his female. He knew exactly how men reacted to a regularly dressed Christina.
“I’m gonna need a fucking baseball bat to keep guys off you,” JC grumbled as they entered the club.
“Hey, this was your idea, Chasez.” Christina reminded him as her eyes scanned the room.
He had the distinct impression that she was on the prowl. He found the prospect of seeing her in action a bit of a turn on. There was no doubt in his mind she could be a man-eater if she chose to be. “Lonnie, keep an eye on Christina tonight,” he murmured to his bodyguard.
“JC, she’s your lady and you know it,” Lonnie assured him.
“Yeah…I know…”
Christina was careful to stay within sight of JC’s entourage as she accepted dances from guys not in his group. She wasn’t into being mauled or groped by strangers. A little grinding maybe…she wasn’t trying to make JC jealous exactly. It was more about capturing his interest, adding a little freshness and heat to their relationship. If he was bored with staying home with her, she would ‘unbore’ him.
For his part, JC found he didn’t want to be grinding with anyone other than his flirtatious mate. He didn’t want other woman rubbing against him. The damn little minx he’d fallen in love with had pretty much spoiled him for anyone else. Castrated by love, he mused as he watched her. She was making him pay for suggesting tonight — even if she didn’t consciously realize it. What had made him want a night of noisy dancing when he could be doing a very satisfying horizontal tango with his baby?
Tossing back the last of his drink, he rose to go claim tonight’s ultimate prize — Christina.
“I’ll take it from here, dude,” he told the guy who had his hand on Christina’s waist. When the man hesitated, JC said, “I’m cutting in.”
Pushing away from the man, Christina moved back against JC. “For a man who wanted to go clubbing, you’ve hardly danced, Jace.”
“Because my dance partner seemed to be dancing with everyone else but me,” he growled in her ear as he put his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him.
“You never asked me,” she pointed out.
“I didn’t think I had to, babe.” He tenderly tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. “My bad. I shouldn’t have assumed a damn thing with you.”
Reaching one hand up, she buried her fingers in the crisp waves at the back of his head as they moved together in a sensuous rhythm. She tipped her face to the side to brush her lips along his jaw.
“I’m sorry, Christina. Sometimes I still think I’m single. I’m not. I’m half of a fantastic coupledom. I don’t want to be single.”
With a soft sigh, she melted against him.
She was forgiving him, he realized, forgiving him for being an idiot. “Baby, don’t dance with anyone else tonight. Just be mine. Please.”
“Okay.”
From that point on, the night became one of intimate grinding, shared drinks, and hot promises of what would come when they arrived at his home. This was more what JC had in mind within fifteen minutes of entering the club.
He was pleasantly buzzed, some from the alcohol he had consumed, but mostly the woman who was moving with him. She was warm, sweet, and responsive beneath his hands, flowing against him to the music.
“Christina…” he purred against her neck as her rump rubbed his crotch. He could barely wait until he got her home. He wouldn’t wait for a bed. They would get inside the door and that was all he could guarantee. “I want you so much right now…I ache to be inside you…be apart of you…” His low, seductive voice had her trembling. “You want that, too, don’t you, baby?”
“Mmm…” She pushed back harder against his arousal.
He groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to lift up the back of her skirt and mount her on the spot!
“Want to be naughty, JC?”
“Do I ever,” he growled. He was about to protest when she pulled away until she took his hand and guided him deeper into the darkness of the dance floor. There among the other couples, she wound her arms around his neck to kiss him. He lifted her so she fit against him. He felt her lower body shift away momentarily, then he realized his fly was open and his heavy erection was being guided into her tight heat. “Damn, C!” He groaned as she slid down his length.
“Help me out here, Chasez,” she murmured.
JC closed his hands over her rump and lifted her closer.
“Naughty enough for you?” she asked as they moved to the music, creating delicious, pleasure-making friction.
“You amaze me with your naughtiness.” He still couldn’t quite fathom she was riding him in a room full of people — and no one seemed the wiser.
“Want me to stop?”
“Hell no!” He moaned when she added a little rotation to her hips. “Christina…”
It was a slow building heat, each movement taking them closer to the fire. She’d shift; he’d thrust following the rhythm of the music. Each slight motion heightened their pleasure. JC pressed her closer, grinding against her. He was deep as they were crushed together.
“JC…” The panicked catch in her voice indicated she was close to peak.
“Let it go, baby. I’ve got you,” he told her just before he felt her clench him.
“Ah!” She pressed her face against his shoulder to smother her cry of completion.
Consumed in the conflagration, JC moaned softly as he followed her into the fire.
For a long moment they remained wrapped around each other, holding each other. He nuzzled her soothingly, his lips at her vulnerable nape.
“You amaze me, Christina,” he whispered. “The way you love is so bold. You hold nothing back.”
Finally, she lifted her head to smile at him. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, Mr. Chasez.”
Carefully, he eased her feet to the floor, his arms shielding their lower bodies while she repaired their clothing. “Baby, I’m ready to head home.”
“Okay. Do you want me to stay over?”
Tucking her close to him, he guided her towards their table. “Even if you haven’t had anything to drink, I’d want you to stay.”
“Ready to go to the next club?” someone asked as the couple approached.
“Can if you want, but I want to take Christina home,” JC announced. “And that means I am staying home with her,” he added.