Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He kissed my knees and caressed my thighs, and when I lowered my eyes and nodded, he rocked his hips. “Fuck, you’re so…so good. So hot, so tight, so…good.”
“Yes, yes, more!”
I hummed, lapping up praise as I arched into him. And this was all I needed. This was everything I never thought I’d feel with anyone ever again. The give-and-take, push-and-pull were steps in a dance we’d mastered in a relatively short time. I scratched his sides as I wrapped my arms around him.
He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and pumped faster and harder. The bedsprings protested with every thrust. It was comically loud—like a small aircraft attempting to land loud—and after a few minutes, we both chuckled.
That could have, should have been an erection killer, but something completely unexpected happened instead. We sobered with a sigh and found a new rhythm—sweet and slow, patient and deliberate. Every stroke resonated deep within me, igniting a spark that went beyond the physical.
There was something in the way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he smiled. He seemed almost dazed and protective, as though he couldn’t believe I was real and that I was his…if only for now. It was a heady, beautiful thing to be the one Pierce wanted, needed, but this was more. This was unfettered affection, so soft and warm, it felt like home. He felt like home.
That was dangerous thinking. Home was a fantasy, and he could never love me like I—
Oh, no.
I was not that big of an idiot. No way would I fall for him.
No way, no way, no—
“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you,” he purred. “So fucking pretty. My sweet, sweet Lo.”
My eyes burned and welled with every sweet nothing that felt like everything. I had no power here. This was a runaway train, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I could only hold on and hope for the best.
So…I surrendered.
I came with a force so strong, it zapped breath from my lungs. I panted, gulping for air when Pierce pinned my hands near my head and joined me, roaring as he filled me, pumping his hips with abandon.
This was where he’d joke about someone hearing the bedsprings in the next county or slip his hand between my thighs to feel his cum dripping from my hole. Pierce had a gift for mixing humor and wonder. What should have seemed ridiculous or downright nasty became an inside secret—an absurd, silly moment for two sealed with a smile that made my heart race.
Oh, fuck.
I was in trouble.
15
PIERCE
The ocean breeze rustled the leaves of the lemon trees. I flopped onto the hillside bench facing the ocean in Jasper’s backyard, turned my baseball cap backward, and waited for Lo to join me. He was cold from our walk on the beach and had insisted on grabbing a heavier sweater.
We’d become vampires, venturing out to explore the town early in the morning or after dark. The only stores open now would be coffee shops and at 6 a.m. on Sunday, I figured we could get away with popping in for a cup of joe and a donut on Ocean Avenue. It wasn’t like we were going to make out in the middle of the street.
And if anyone noticed us, we’d go with the assistant story. No biggie.
Buzz buzz
I ignored my cell. I inhaled deeply, hoping to stave off an itchy, panicky feeling when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Again.
Change was coming. The kind of change I usually loved. The hum in the air before filming started was electric. I’d been waiting for my phone to ring…waiting for a purpose. And acting was my purpose. I loved long days on set, I loved traveling, I loved the fans, and the chaos. I fucking loved my job.
But I liked being here with Lorenzo too. I liked it a lot.
I couldn’t hide in Carmel forever, though, and my cell had been vibrating for forty-eight hours straight. I had multiple messages from Janet, a couple from Seb’s secretary, and one from Kate Bernard, my new female costar who thought it would be nice for us to “get to know each other.” Not happening.
I pulled my cell out and squinted at the caller ID.
“Seb,” I answered impatiently.
“He fucking lives! Jesus, Trish has been trying to get a hold of you for days, asshole,” he griped.
“I’m out of town.”
“So I heard. And so far, you’re staying out of the news,” he snarked. “Good for you.”
“Yeah.” I glanced toward the house, then leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “What’s up, Seb?”
“Get ready to pack again. We’re filming in Toronto in ten days.”
I frowned. “Ten days? That’s—already?”
He snorted. “Not the reaction I expected. I thought you’d be happy to drop the Boy Scout act and get to work.”