Page 81 of Blood Stone
Chapter Seventeen
Kate rose through layers of sleep, something rousing her. When she was on site, there was always something gnawing at her conscious, keeping her sleep light and her mind busy with mental checklists and problem solving. Her cellphone and notepad stayed next to her 24-7.
Now, something was nudging her and forcing her to remember.
She reached for the light, so she could write it down as soon as she thought of it.
Adrian’s big hand curled around the back of hers, bringing her fingers in upon her palm, then her arm back toward her chest, away from the light switch. “Sleep,” he whispered. “It’s only eight a.m. You need at least three or four hours more.”
He had done something with the night blinds on her trailer windows so that almost no light seeped in around the edges. It was very nearly pitch black in the room. When she did sleep during the day, it was heavenly to have the perfect black of night to escape to.
It was sometimes disorienting, like now, when she was struggling to think properly. “No, there’s something…”
His lips touched her temple. “Everything is under control,” he told her.
She grew aware of his body lying along the back of hers, mirroring her length. His other arm lay in a big circle around her head. It felt like she was protected and it was wonderful…and she would never admit that aloud in a million years.
She bit her lip, struggling to grasp what had woken her. She lay, reaching for it. Then she heard it again in her mind. “Rifle shot,” she murmured. “I heard a rifle shot during filming last night.” She tried to turn over to face Adrian, but he defeated her attempt by staying still, like a rock in her path.
His lips pressed against her jaw. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’tworryabout it?”
“It’s been taken care of.”
She moved out away from him, to give herself room to turn over so she could see him. It didn’t help. The dark hid most of his features. “Wait…you’re telling me it reallywasa rifle shot? Someone was shooting at us?”
“Not at you.” Adrian curled his arm over her waist and pulled her up against him. His leg curled over hers, which pushed her thigh against his crotch. His cock was semi-hard, which caused her mind to leap to all sorts of possibilities….
She grasped for the subject at hand. “If not at me, then who?” Then she realized. “Wait, wait. Are you saying that the Gunther guy was right? There’s some sort of conspiracy mystery going on around my movie and I don’t know about it?”
“No conspiracy, no.” His mouth touched hers.
“Adrian, is my movie in jeopardy?”
“No.” His voice was flat with sincerity and she relaxed. A bit.
“Then what the fuck is going on?”
“While your movie is not in danger, why don’t you concentrate on getting it in the can and I’ll concentrate on making sure it stays that way?” Adrian suggested, his lips nibbling along the edges of hers. His cock was stiffening, lengthening and she shifted her thigh, rubbing restlessly against it.
His breath hitched.
“You won’t tell me what’s going on?” she asked.
“Do you really want to know?” His fingertips circled around the base of her breasts, making the skin tingle and the nipple tighten. Then they slid up the slope to the nipples themselves and tweaked.
It was her breath that hitched, this time.
“Do you trust me?” Adrian asked, his knee pushing her thigh aside. He gripped her knee, bringing it up high against his hip.
There were so many answers to that question, but the ultimate answer was his: He had stepped in front of what could have been a bullet for her.
“Yes,” she told him truthfully.
His cock pressed inside her and the angle and position made it a tight, highly sensual fit. She caught her breath, feeling every fractional inch of him push inside as her pussy pulsed around him.
He let out a hard breath as he came to rest with his full length inside her. He kissed her, just as hard. “Let me deal with it,” he told her. “You make your movie. I’m much better at the other stuff.”
