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She laughed airily. “Youwish. If anybody has to be worried, it’s me, considering you keep bringing up the possibility of us hooking up—which we won’t.”

“Six months is a long time,” he said.

“According to you, you’ve gone without for months, so abstinence isn’t a problem. But you know what? I don’t believe you. I thinkIneed to be concerned that you’ll molest me in the middle of the night. Matter of fact…”

She sat up and placed two of her pillows end to end between them and plopped back down on the bed. Her head was lower, but she was too lazy to leave the bed to get more pillows from the hall closet.

Ignacio rolled onto his elbow and faced her. She tensed, eying him with distrust.

“Oh no, a wall of pillows!” he exclaimed in a mocking voice. “I’ll never be able to get past this impenetrable fortress you created. Dammit.” He shook his fist in mock anger and then dropped a heavy hand on one of the pillows.

The soft barrier seemed ridiculous now—a lame attempt to maintain distance when every nerve in her body was acutely aware of his presence. He could still make her…feelthings.

Delta took a moment to glare at him and then rolled onto her side, tucking the duvet tightly under her arm. “You should have your agent try to get you more comedic roles. You’re so funny—at least you think you are.”

She lay on her side for a few minutes, but all she could think about was his tight body without a stitch of clothing in the bed with her. If she reached back, she would touch his?—

She closed her eyes and fought the urge to push back against him, a move she used to make when she wanted to have sex. Then he’d place a hand on her hip and start kissing her neck, slowly sliding his hand higher until he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between his fingertips. He would tease her until she was silently begging by grinding her ass against him, desperate for some part of him to be inside her—his finger, his tongue, his hard dick. Didn’t matter, as far as she was concerned.

Delta drew a deep breath and moved restlessly. She pushed up on her elbow and punched the pillow, then plopped her head down again, releasing a frustrated breath.

“Are you okay over there?” Ignacio asked.

“I’m fine,” she said grumpily.

“All your moving around is making it difficult for me to fall asleep.”

“You could always go to one of the guest rooms,” Delta said with saccharine sweetness.

Ignacio didn’t respond. He didn’t move, but she could sense him watching her. Sheknewhe was. The back of her neck became warm, and her body slowly tightened under the weight of his stare.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the mattress shifted as he rolled away.

“Good night,mi amor.”

This was the first time he had used the endearment since she had shown up at his place in California. The mocking tone had been removed from the words, and his voice sounded warmer—almost like an invitation. As if he were trying to seduce her.

But that was her imagination… wasn’t it? Ignacio was having a good time teasing and harassing her.

He didn’treallywant her… did he?

Chapter Fourteen

Reunited and It Feels So Good: Our Favorite Couple is Instagram Official

Another positive article about him and Delta, featuring the photo from his Instagram profile, which had garnered hundreds of thousands of likes and comments. Thanks to all the recent positive press, one of Delta’s old singles had re-entered the top twenty yesterday, and the publicity was opening new doors. Offers were pouring in for them to promote everything from jewelry to luxury cars.

Ignacio placed his phone in his pocket and paced the foyer. He was in the process of straightening his cuffs when Delta started descending the stairs. He paused, his entire body going still and his mouth going dry as he watched her move with innate elegance, practically floating down each step.

Her team had done an amazing job with long extensions that brought her hair all the way down to her hips in bone straight strands parted in the middle. She wore a black and silver chokerthat matched her silver dress and held a Hermès clutch in her hand, a dark Loro Piana cashmere stole draped over one arm.

She was pure temptation in a sleeveless babydoll dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs, highlighting her show-stopping legs in a pair of sky-high heels. She looked very much like the superstar she was—glamorous, captivating, radiant. His eyes followed her all the way to the bottom step.

“I guess I don’t have to ask you how I look,” she said softly.

With her back straight and her full, perky breasts sitting high on her chest, she exuded confidence.

“I’m sure you know you look absolutely…” He never considered himself at a loss for words, yet here he was again, struggling to adequately describe the vision before him.

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