Page 62 of Steamy on Set

“I don’t know.”

Monty picks up her hand again, and we resume playing. I focus on the game, keeping thoughts of him in the back of my mind for now, not ready to face that decision until I’m surer of my feelings.

Chapter 22

Withshootsbacktoback, I only see Errol in a work capacity for a few days. I’m relieved I haven’t had to talk to him. I don’t know what to say at this point, and I don’t think I’m ready to hear what’s on his mind. That doesn’t stop me from staring at him every chance I get. I’m so distracted by watching him direct, I miss my cue to open the door for the third time.

“Ahem,” Micheal says. He knocks again, trying to get my attention and bring me back.

“Just cut,” Errol calls, irritation clear in his voice. Stepping from behind the camera, he walks over to me, hands already on his hips. “What’s going on?”

The stern voice I had grown used to at the start of getting to know him is back and even more intense than I remembered.

“Sorry, I’ll get it this time.” I adjust the garter straps holding up my stockings.

His eyes dart to my legs, lingering on the place I touched, before slowly roaming the lacey bottoms currently hiding my bits. They don’t stop, moving up to linger on the silk clothing my upper half. Ogling me in this lingerie set, the same heat from when we kissed returns, flushing his face and turning his stare ravenous. I clear my throat, trying to get his attention before anyone else notices the way he’s looking at me.

“Concentrate,” he says looking up, and I don’t know if he’s speaking to me or himself.

“Okay, let’s run it again.” Walking back off stage, he eases into his seat and signals for everyone to get in place.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I focus on opening the door when Michael knocks on it. This is the scene where he comes to break up with Fiona, but second guesses himself. Errol not changing his mind about the look for this evening has me standing barely clothed on the set.

I can feel his eyes on me while I move through the scene, and it takes everything in me not to turn and look at him. We go through it ten times before we are able to get it right.

Exiting back towards my trailer, I’m pulled short by someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Errol standing there, the same hungry look on his face.

“We need to talk.” The words everyone dreads. He says them with a finality that leaves no room for disagreement.

“After this?” I offer.

His eyes roam from my chest to meet my gaze and he nods. “We’re finishing late, so we won’t be coming in until the afternoon tomorrow. That will give us time. We can talk at my place later.”

I say okay as he raises his hands, ready to touch me before he thinks better of it, laying them back down at his side. I turn to go change before either of us does something we will regret.

I head to Errol’s house after we film the last scene for the day. Pulling up, I feel my doubts and insecurities fester as I wait for him to meet me. Still unsure of what I want, the idea that he might see this as a mistake pushes me to think about saying it first.

When his car lights finally shine on me, I’m no closer to knowing what to do. Looking at the clock, the late hour of 1 a.m. makes me even more tired when I think about having this talk.

We silently walk through his home, turning on the lights as we go, heading directly to the living room.

Sinking onto the couch, I turn so that I’m facing the other side, getting comfortable. I expect him to slide in at the end, and am surprised when he comes and sits right next to me, throwing his arm behind me on the couch.

He looks down at me, his eyes a dark storm of desire, and I’m caught up trying to stay afloat. I feel myself sinking into the abyss of his clear attraction when he finally glances away, stopping the waves of his craving from drowning my good sense.

Before I can say anything, he grabs my legs, sliding them onto his lap, pulling me closer. With me half on him and tucked into his side, he tilts my head up with the grasp of my chin.

When his thumb grazes my bottom lip, all expectations of us talking go out the window, and my mind is drenched in want.

I’m not surprised when he raises his eyebrows, asking if he can do more. Apparently, having lost all my reasoning for being here, all I can think about is saying yes. Justifying it, I tell myself I need to know if the passion I felt the first time was a fluke. That I need to know if it will be worth it.

With the slight nod of my head, I agree. He gives a satisfied smile, before kissing me gently. That spark that always dances between us ignites at the touch, burning through the last of my reservations. I throw myself all in, pushing hungrily against him. As my mouth moves more eagerly, his control snaps and his kisses become harder, more feverish, declaring his lust.

Sliding out from underneath my legs, he lays them onto the couch, situating himself on top. He eases me back and lays me down, surrounding my body with his. Hovering just above me, he looks down at all that I am. My breath hitches from the unrestrained yearning shining in his eyes.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He brushes his lips against my jaw.

I close my eyes, lost in the sultry sensation of his deep voice.

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