Page 56 of Worth Every Moment
“You can’t order everyone off a set like that,” I reproach him.
“You tweaked my nipple.” The words grind out like he’s annoyed, but he’s speaking quietly. “You kissed meandyou tweaked my fucking nipple. At the same time. That was a dirty move, Lefroy.”
He groans, and even though he’s not looking at me, I know all his other senses are fixed on me. His attention dusts over my skin like the gentlest of strokes. “Tell me I’m not alone here.”
I glance over his shoulder at the empty room. “There were a lot of people in here before you waved them out with a wedge of cash.”
“No, I mean… are you…” He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes and rubbing his finger and thumb over his lids. “Fuck,” he curses on an exhalation, unable to finish his sentence.
I know what he’s getting at because I can still feel his erection. I’m sitting on it, pussythrobbingright over it.Of course he’s not alone in this.
He’s so beautiful, especially with this tormented emotion clear in his expression. And yes, I’m turned on… so far on, I don’t know whatofffeels like anymore. My body and mind battling for supremacy. My mind says no,don’t be stupid, but my body wants to fling off my remaining clothes and let him take me right here in the studio. Virgin or not, Iwantthis. I wanthim.
Before I can think twice about it, I kiss him again, and he eats it up without question. My tongue sweeps against his, each movement of our mouths a wordless confession that spells outwanting.Mutual wanting. If this kiss were fire, it would scorch the earth, and every bone in my body liquefies under its heat.
Oh, God.I grind against him, the rough rub of my clit against his jeans barely enough to satisfy me.
A raw sound rumbles in his chest like I’ve unleashed a wild beast. It strikes me like a slap to the face. I break away, the air instantly cooling my wet lips. “No,” I murmur. “We can’t.”
He pants, touching two fingers to his mouth, blue eyes feverishly scanning my face. “What the fuck was that, Lefroy?”
“I’m so sorry.” I sound just as breathless as he does. “I was in the zone.”
He rubs a hand over his face and lets out another low, grating noise. “What zone? The ‘fuck me right now’ zone?”
“No,” I say, even though it sounds pretty accurate, given that when I peel off my underwear, it’ll be wet.So wet.“I got carriedaway. I’m so sorry. That was extremely unprofessional.” My near-nakedness hits me all at once, and I have to resist the urge to cover myself. “When I’m working, I can lose myself in the role. It doesn’t mean anything.”Complete denial. That’s what I’m going for.
I ease off him, and he sits for a moment, sighing as he hangs his head. Gone is the man who ordered everyone out of the room with such authority. He’d never let anyone else see this version.This one’s just for me.
I want to reach out and tell himI get it. And I’m sorry. For the nipple. For the kiss.I shouldn’t have done any of it. But instead, I pretend to be completely indifferent. It’s better if he thinks this is me being a professional.A professional nipple-tweaker.Professional cocktease.Ugh. Tension bites at my stomach like I’ve downed a bottle of bleach, burning up my throat with the truth that wants to spill out on a chaser of guilt.I’m attracted to you. For real.
I can’t tell him that I’m just as turned on as he is, or that having him beneath me like that sparked an explosive thrill like nothing else, because where would that leave us and this fake dating? And more importantly, he’s Seb. We’refriends. Anything more than that, and I’d ruin my most important relationship.
He ruffles a hand in his hair, glancing up at me while his head is still angled towards the floor. “You’re a good actress. That felt pretty real to me.” He blinks exaggeratedly like he’s trying to wake up from a dream. “I’m sure you’ll get that role in no time.”
I cringe, and the guilt only gets worse.I hate lying to him.
He stands and adjusts himself, drawing my attention to his bare feet. All tendons and slim ankles. There’s something intimate about it that appeals to me.He’d walk around like this at home. I’ve seen his bare feet before, sure, but when he’s also half naked and his torso and arms marked up withmylogo…
I want to keep him, just like this. Mine, mine, mine.
I am so far from indifferent, it’s getting to be a problem. And Seb… maybe hewasmoved by that kiss, by the pretense of the whole thing… the proximity, the skin, the underwear. But he would be that way with any woman, wouldn’t he? It meansnothing. I’ve known him long enough to know that much. If he gets hard for a woman whose name he can’t remember the next day, then this was both an inevitability and completely meaningless.
There is absolutely no way I can ever admit to him that I might have felt a little something unprofessional too.
“What happens now?” he asks.
I blow out a breath, hoping it’ll take the distracting thoughts of Seb with it. “Now, you go wash all this off…” I trace a fingertip over the infinity symbols marking his forearm, and his eyes track the movement. “And go back to the office.” I sigh, lamenting the disappearance of all that ink.
“You really like the tattoos.”
“Nah. I like my mark on your skin,” I admit in a moment of crippling honesty that has Seb taking in the slightest of inhalations and my chest tightening in response. A series of other marks I might make on his skin pass through my mind… teeth marks, bite marks, scratches…
Ugh.
Fake.This is all fake.
I’d better not forget that or I’ll be in real trouble, because Seb Hawkston is not mineat all.
