Page 63 of Steamy on Set

“You are also the most infuriating person I have ever dealt with.” Softening the insult with his mouth, he trails it down my neck, peppering kisses across the base of my collarbone. “You are as considerate and kind as you are challenging. You can do anything you put your mind to, and I am obsessed with your inherent need to be right.”

I can feel him smile against my skin.

“What is both enthralling and irksome is the fact that you often are.” The hand not holding him up rests on my face, guiding me to look at him. “You demand I be the best version of myself, and remind me who I am whenever I let insecurities make me think that I’m not.”

He kisses me once more, slow and sensual.

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he says right against my lips. Pulling back, he looks down on me with all the adulation his words hold.

Transfixed by his stare, I’m unable to do anything but gaze back

“Be with me, Farrah.” It’s a command and an ask all in one breath.

Those four words sink into my chest, going straight to my heart. It swells with them, enlarged by how big and heavy they are. They block out every thought I had before coming here.

“Be with me.” He touches his forehead to mine.

Guiding my hands up to either side of his face, I bring his mouth down onto mine. I kiss him with every pent-up feeling inside me. I kiss him to show him how much I wanted to every time I stopped. I kiss him until the answer is clear enough, without me having to say it. I still do, pulling back to press my cheek to his.

“Yes.”

I know I’ve been hurt before. I know I have so many reasons to say no. Yet something in me screams to take him into my arms whenever I think about walking away. I want him. I need him. I can’t let him go. He pulls away, letting me see the smile stretching across his face, his dimples are more present than I have ever seen before. It is the most wonderful sight in the world.

He moves off me, giving me a moment to sit up before pulling me into his lap. I wrap my legs around his middle and situate my butt between his thighs. Throwing my arms around his neck, I look into those coal black eyes and see them burning with passion.

“I thought you don’t date people you work with.” My smile is smug.

He rolls his eyes.

“I guess I’ll have to make an exception due to extenuating circumstances.” Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, he leans in.

“And what are those?” I ask

“The fact that I’m falling for you.”

My heart stops at this declaration. When it restarts, it beats to a rhythm meant for him. I look at him to see if he means it. The statement shines through every part of his face, as obvious admiration lays bare in his expression. My lips pull apart as I nuzzle my nose against his. Despite the happiness from what he said, I want to question him. I want to dig deep into this statement and find out if he means it. Needing to know if he can hold himself to those words, I have to be sure he will catch me before I take my own leap off that cliff.

“Why?” I ask.

“I could go on for days about all the wonderful things that make you, you. How you are brave, beautiful, and witty. How you own every part of yourself and flaunt it. You are the most open and emotional woman I have ever met, and I love the roller-coaster that being around you brings me on.” He takes my hands in his, laying them on his chest.

“You are everything I thought I could want for myself and more. I have never had someone get under my skin like this.” He laughs like all our fights are playing in his mind. “At first I hated it, it annoyed me. But I can say, without a doubt, no one has affected me as much as you have. All of this is why.” He finishes with a kiss to my cheek.

My eyes prickle with the sensation to cry, but I tilt my head back, stopping it. Once I have control over my ducts, I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. It holds all the things that build in me to say back to him. It is filled with all my resounding feelings that flourish at his explanation.

When we pull back, I see the words have inked themselves into his skin, making me feel like this is a permanent decision. I stand and hold out my hand in his direction. He takes it and leads me to a part of the house I have never seen. He opens the last door in the hallway, and we enter into a bedroom.

Sitting against the back wall is a king size bed with a white cotton duvet and satin sheets. I can’t tell what the rest of the space looks like because I’m too focused on him pulling me forward. Letting go of my hand, he sits on the edge of the mattress and stares me down.

“Strip for me,” he commands, showing me he doesn’t just take control on set. The bratty part of me wants to argue. Make him go first, so I can finally take in the glory that is his body. But I’m so overcome with a deep need for him, that all I can do is raise one eyebrow while my fingers play with the edge of my cropped silk blouse.

“Strip,” he says again.

I feel the weight of that one word push down on my reluctance, forcing my hand.

Knowing I want him to see my body, the last thing I want to do is take things slow. Still, I languidly pull at each button of my top, taking my time. With each one undone, the top slowly falls open to reveal more skin. When the last one is released, I slide the shirt off my shoulders, letting it hit the floor. Next are my bottoms. The skirt, short and clingy, eases down my tights as I roll it with my hands. Once off, I kick it away with my feet.

His eyes are glued to me the whole time, even as I leisurely remove my tights, rolling them sensually down each leg.

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