Page 41 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
Her arm is thrown over my stomach, her legs intertwined with mine, and she’s using my chest as a pillow.
God... this is amazing.
My hand moves up and down her back and she sighs, tightening her arm around me. I lean down and bury my nose in her hair. Coconut from the shampoo and conditioner I stocked in her bathroom.
I want to stay like this forever.
What time is it, anyway? I don’t have to be on set until eleven. It’s going to be another late night. Though, if it means coming home to Savannah in my bed, I don’t mind one bit.
I carefully reach for my phone on the bedside table.
A few minutes before seven.
The muffled sound of a TV pierces through my sleep fog. Adeline must have woken up to use the toilet and went back to her room to watch cartoons. I should wake Savannah, but she looks too peaceful right now. And I’m selfish. I’d keep her here all morning if I could.
Her palm slides to my stomach, flattening where my shirt has crept up during sleep. I nearly groan, feeling her silken and warm skin on mine.
I continue caressing her back and she matches my movements by slowly smoothing her hand up and down my abs.
“Savannah,” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
“Are you awake?”
“No,” she mumbles. She doesn’t stop running her palms over my stomach, getting dangerously close to my cock, which grows hard with every stroke she makes.
I place my palm over her knuckles.
“I highly suggest you stop doing that…”
“Or what?” she challenges, not stopping.
I roll us over, putting Savannah on her back, allowing me to tower over her. She gasps, her green eyes lighting up with lust, making her pupils expand like the dark of night. She focuses on my mouth, and I lean in, ready to claim those pouty lips, but she places her hand on my chest to stop me.
“Addy?”
I hop out of bed and lock the doors, then rush back, all within seconds.
Savannah covers her face with her hands, laughing. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”
“Five years, Savannah.”
I lean in once more to claim my kiss, but she stops meagain, her palm covering my mouth this time.
“No kissing.”
I tilt my head in question.
“Morning breath.”
I peel her hand away and press my lips along her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. She sighs and fists her fingers in my hair. I move the fabric of her tank top down to expose one of her breasts.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
Her rose-pink nipple puckers and I pinch it, then pull it. She moans and arches her back.
