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It’s a little scary to like Miles this much, this soon. I’m in over my head. I end the call with Cole, but not before telling him what he wants to hear. It’s easier that way.

Chapter Sixteen

Miles

A lifetime of Rylee wouldn’t be enough. We’ve exchanged heated glances every day on set and talked or texted every night before bed, just getting to know each other better. I’ve already decided that I want as much of her as I can get. But it never seems to be enough. Her quiet confidence and her willingness to open up to me has me captivated and impressed. I am under her spell. She’s gotten to me in a way no one else ever has and even though it’s only been weeks that I’ve known Rylee, somehow it feels like years. It’s both exciting and scary as hell.

This morning I woke up early and drove my rental car downtown, planning to surprise her at her hotel room with coffee. She answers the door in a towel, and I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. If she’s trying to kill me, it’s working.

“You keep looking at me like that, and we might never make it to set,” she teases, her hand holding her towel against her chest as she steps aside to let me in. Her voice is flirty and laced with innuendo. My heart beats wildly in my chest at the thought of what could come next.

“Look at you how?” I say, setting our coffees on the desk. “Like the sight of you in nothing but a towel might actually give me a heart attack?”

“No, more like you want to join me in the shower instead of drinking your coffee.”

And fuck, I’m already hard. My skin seems to crave Rylee’s touch. Sex with her is like a drug. I need her nonstop, like a wild addiction, and I want her to know it. I step closer to her, running my nose under her jaw, breathing her in. “Is that an invitation?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, her hands move from her towel to the hem of my hoodie. She lifts the sweatshirt up and over my head while her towel drops to the floor. Then her hands work the button on my jeans. She unzips me, pushing my pants and my briefs over my hips. I kick them off from there.

“Can you be quick? I can’t be late for work,” she says as I graze my lip over her jaw to her mouth.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now, quick is the way it’s going to have to be.”

Rylee smiles and my hands grab hold of her ass, pulling her hips into me. I crush my mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. The feel of her bare skin against mine goes straight to my head. She’s a high.

And then we’re in the shower under a warm spray of water, kissing and touching until I have her pinned against the tile wall and am emptying myself into her.

“You are just what I needed,” I whisper once we’re done, sliding my soapy hands down her back, kissing her shoulder.

“Turns out, it was just what I needed too. I’m very glad you decided to bring me coffee this morning.”

Afterwards we dress and then drink our lukewarm coffees. I drive her to work – almost. She makes me pull over two blocks from set so she can walk the rest of the way. She’s still not crazy about the idea of being seen with me. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.

Other than that, my day so far is perfect.

I show up on set quite possibly the happiest man alive. Starting my day with Rylee in the shower then driving to work like we were any other normal couple felt good. It felt right. I want more mornings like this with her. I wonder if she feels the same.

The best parts of my day are the parts I spend with her. I could talk to her for hours and never run out of things to say. The quiet moments, when she’s in my arms, her body nestled into mine – I never want them to end. I am learning her body, figuring out where she likes to be touched and how fast or slow she needs me to move to get her there. I listen for cues, like the sounds she makes, and how her body responds when my mouth is on different parts of her. I already know she likes it when I suck on her neck or when I kiss the sensitive pulse point below her ear. Rylee likes to be touched, and that works for me because there’s nothing I want more than to have my hands on her.

The day seems to fly by. I manage to focus long enough to shoot a restaurant scene scheduled for this morning. Taking a break for lunch, I’m relieved when I run into Rylee as she’s walking past Josh’s trailer with a smoothie in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.

“Hey, country girl.”

“Hey, you,” she says, turning to me. “Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet. You?” I ask her.

“I did. I have a meeting with Josh, so I ate early.”

I step closer to her, my eyes on hers. I can’t hide my smile as lust dances down my spine thinking about our shower this morning.

“What’s on that mind of yours?” she asks in a quiet voice.

“Our shower together this morning. Have you been thinking about it as much as I’ve been?”

She smiles, “What do you think?”

“I hope so.” And she nods her head not once but twice. Fuck. “I want you in my bed tonight,” I whisper. “The second I wrap for the day I’m heading back to the house and I want you there when I walk through the door. And pack a bag. I want you to stay.”

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