Page 36 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
I shiver with anticipation and squeeze my thighs together because holy shit, this is hot.
“Tell me what you want, Savannah. You’re in control here.”
I’m in control? My breath hitches because I’ve never had a man give me control. Brad took, took, took. All I ever wanted was to feel appreciated. Wanted.
“Do it. Cross it.”
His mouth crashes against mine and I fist my hands in his shirt as he strokes my tongue with his. His arms wrap around me tightly and I melt against his chest. When his hand snakes down my back to grab my ass, I moan into his mouth.
Fuck. This is a great kiss.
Is this really happening? Am I making out with my hot boss? No, a hotcelebrity?
God, he’s a good kisser. It’s as if his tongue is familiar with my mouth and knows what I like. As if he’s somehow memorized the feel and taste of me.
This is it. We’re not going back. This kiss is a gateway drug, and I’m already craving more.
I place my palm on his chest and push him away. He steps back and the air in the room rushes between us. I cover my mouth with my palm because if I keep kissing him, I won’t stop.
“I thought...” His words trail off. He stares at me, confused, waiting for me to explain. “You said cross the line. You kissed me back.”
“Worst kiss of my life.”
The concern drops from his face and something feral takes over. He cages me in again, a cocky smirk plastered on his face—the same one he gave me last night. He gently grabs me by the throat as he leans down until his mouth brushes mine.
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Who says I’m lying?”
“What’s going on inside that head of yours? Do you not want this?”
I lick my lips, hungry for more. More of his kiss, his taste,him.
“I want this. God, do I want this.”
He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. I skim my hands up his arms and along his neck, and he closes his eyes at my touch.
How long has it been since he’s been touched by someone?
“Then why did you stop?”
I secure my grip at the nape and pull him down, ready for him to kiss me again.
“Because I won’t be able to stop. What if someone walks—”
“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Eloise muses, entering the kitchen like a silent mouse.
Reynold groans and takes a step back. Neither of us heard the elevator ding. If I hadn’t freaked out and stopped us, how far would we have gone?
“Did we interrupt something?” Kelly says, following Eloise to the island.
“I should head out.” Reynold sighs, agitation from our interruption masking his face.
“Do you two want omelets?” I ask Eloise and Kelly, attempting to avoid their pressing questions.
“No, thank you. We’ve got a flight to catch,” Eloise says. “I have a few shoots in L.A. and Kelly has a DJ’ing gig in San Diego. We’ll be back at the end of the week, though. Lana will be here too. We should all do dinner one night.”
“It’s already in the works,” Reynold says and grabs a small duffle bag. He looks at me. “Call or text if there’s an emergency. Or if you need anything. Anything at all. My assistant will monitor my phone while I’m in the middle of scenes.”
