�what?
Choking back probably the hundredth panic attack of the afternoon, I watched his eyes glance away, our faces still barely an inch apart, and then return to mine accompanied by a blush.
�I can�t.�
He bit his lip for a moment, processing my barely audible words, then slowly, as if to make me fall for him more than what I�ve already done, he moved his head, brushing his cheek against my own. Slow. Extremely slow. Slow enough to turn all my nerves on edge, trying to guess what the hell he was about to do or say.
Breathe Kara.
God damn it woman, breathe.
My eyes fluttered shut at the warmth of his soft skin against mine, his arms still tightly around my waist, holding me against him.
In the back of a cab.
I can�t just� rip off his clothes in the back of a cab.
Doooon�t say something sweet. Please, do anything but say something sweet. Or kiss me. Now would not be a good time to kiss me. I�d be in your lap in nanoseconds.
�Why not?�
I felt his breath against my ear more than I heard the words, but my heart stopped nonetheless.
He can�t be serious.
Can he?
I felt his lips brush below my ear, then a slight nibble at the sensitive skin of my neck. Instinctively I leaned my head away from him, giving him easier access to the flesh he very well might leave a hickey on.
No Kara! Stop this! Stop this right now!
He can�t be serious. And even if he is, STOP HIM!
�I even took you out on a date before I asked this time.�
Okay, he�s not serious. There�s such a grin in his voice. Thank god he�s not serious.
Of course he�s not serious. He�s Nick Carter! What the hell am I�
And there are his lips on my neck again, sucking on my earlobe� stop this Macintosh. Oh god Macintosh, stop this now.
�Nick��
Putting my hands on his chest, I slowly pushed him away from me.
�Shut up� Nick, just please� shut up.�
*
Ouch. That hurt.
But� I thought she liked me. Why�
Oh yeah, we�re in the back of a taxi. Maybe she likes a little more privacy than this Carter.
Or maybe, I�m scaring the hell out of her.
Never in my life have I seen anyone look more scared as when I finally looked back down at her. She�s terrified. Of� me?
�Just� I�m sorry� but� please��
And she�s stuttering and stumbling all over herself.
�Hey, Kar� I�m sorry. I shouldn�t��
Her hand quickly flew to my mouth, covering it tightly as I watched her swallow hard and blink back the tears that managed to pool in her eyes whenever I said something � stupid.
�Shut up.�
Alright. No more talking for me.
Pushing me back against the seat, she removed her hand from my mouth and proceeded to curl up against me, head on my chest and arm wrapped around my waist.
Okay, this is good. I don�t have to talk to enjoy this.
Keeping one arm around her, I moved my right hand to her face, gently caressing it.
Looking up at me, she bit her lip, which I had to brush my thumb over, pulling it gently away from where she�d confined it.
�I�m sorry� I�ll shut up now.�
Giggling in relief, she returned to her rest spot against me, hugging me against her tightly. Still keeping one hand on her face, my other arm around her, I rested my cheek against the soft, bright red hair on the top of her head.
Sigh.
I could get use to this. Way too quickly.
*
Moments passed. I could feel sleep threaten to overtake me. Between his heartbeat in my ear and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, all stress poured out of my body. The only thing that kept me from sleeping was the slowly increasing screams that most likely started at the front of Nick�s hotel.
This ride is taking way too long. Too much traffic.
Not that that�s a bad thing. The longer we spend in this cab the less time available for us to be tempted in his hotel room. Any more than ten minutes and he will be tied to a bed.
The screaming kept growing until it started hurting my ears. I felt Nick stir, probably fearing my questions, before squeezing me slightly.
Pretend to be asleep. For his sake.
Cracking my eyes open, I saw the crowd of screaming girls as we crept in front of them. A glimpse of A.J. and maybe Brian explained why the noise was so piercing.
Closing my eyes again, I pretended to stir as if the noise was pulling me from a deep sleep.
�Almost at the side entrance.�
Who is he talking to?
�About five minutes. Please meet us there. I don�t want the fans� yeah.�
Must be on the phone with Marcus. And he doesn�t want the fans to what?
�I think A.J. and Bri are keeping them occupied, but� I don�t want to risk anything.�
He sighed.
�No, I haven�t told her. She�s sound asleep right now.�
I felt his heartbeat slowly increase.
�Yeah. Thanks man.�
The click of his phone cover signaled the end of his conversation. Moving again slightly, he must have been slipping the phone back into his pocket.
God� he sounded so sad.
Five
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