“Four weeks...,” she repeated. It felt like she was saying ‘four minutes.’
“To figure it out,” he added.
It was a step in the right direction. Nothing permanent, but at least she knew where she stood with him for now.
Micah shifted, turning his whole body toward her. “But we’re not figuring it out right this minute. Right now I seriously have some suggestions of things you could be doing while I resume my fondling.”
She grinned. “Naughty things, I hope.”
“Extremely.” He growled as his mouth found her neck, nipping along her throat.
Her heart flip-flopped at the primitive sound. “Tell me,” she hissed. “Tell me what to do.”
He lifted his head and gazed at her considering. “Touch yourself.”
“Hmm, what?” She wasn’t naïve, she knew what he meant. He wanted her to play with herself. But she’d never done that in front of anyone, and while she wasn’t saying no, she wanted him to tell her how to do it.
He circled her nose with his own. “I want you to touch yourself.” He licked at her upper lip. “As if you were thinking about me.” He kissed her once. “Do you make yourself come while thinking about me?”
Holy hell, did she ever. How many nights had she slept on wet sheets because of the orgasms she’d brought herself to with him on the brain?
“Yes.” She met his eyes.
“Show me.”
“Okay.”
His breath hitched and she felt a fresh pool of liquid between her legs. She was nervous and embarrassed as she pulled away from him, but she was also excited. Incredibly excited. Though she had never been turned on by the idea of playing with herself in front of another person, she was more than aroused by the thought now. She propped the pillows up behind her and centered herself on top of them. Slowly she dragged her legs up until her knees were bent in front of her. Then, she let her knees fall open into a lotus position.
Micah’s eyes widened ever so slightly. He moved himself to a spot with a better view and focused on her intently.
She was tempted to move her hands directly to her clit. She was already turned on and it wouldn’t take long. But he wanted to see what she did when she thought about him, and her more intense fantasies of him started elsewhere.
She watched him as she ran her fingers through her hair, several times, pulling and tugging at the ends. “First, I think of you doing this.” She was surprised how sultry her voice sounded. “Then, your hands would move.” This time when her hands reached the bottom of her hair length, she continued gliding them down to her breasts.
His breath grew heavier as he watched her squeeze and crush her tits, his reaction emboldening her. She pinched at her nipples, tugging the buds until they stood erect.
“And then your tongue would arrive.” She licked her index finger then circled a nipple with the wet pad. Next, she brushed against the tip in a zig-zag motion. She repeated the pattern on her other breast, the one closest to Micah.
He leaned in, eyes large and dilated and blew across the top of her wet bud.
“Uh uh,” she chided. “You don’t do that in my fantasy. Not that it wasn’t nice, but you’re supposed to be watching.”
He pouted but sat back.
“After you thoroughly enjoy my breasts—”
“I want to thoroughly enjoy your breasts now.”
She ignored his interruption. “—You’d move your hands again. Lower this time.” She trailed her hands along the sides of her torso and down to her hips, then to the outside of her thighs. When she reached her knees, she slid her fingers back up her legs, this time moving up the inside, toward her core.
Just as her hands reached her center, she swept them up to splay her belly instead of letting them touch her where she ached for him. “You’d tease me like this.”
He grinned. “I’m such an ass.”
“You are. But eventually…” One hand moved up to grope her breast while the other descended ever so slowly until it sat just above her slit. She was so turned on by showing him this, by sharing this most private act. “Eventually you’d arrive where I want you most.” She skidded a finger past her nub, moaning at the sensation. She repeated the movement, this time with two fingers, stretching her outer lips.
Micah sucked in an audible breath as her two fingers circled her clit, little by little increasing speed. Her body thrummed with a new wave of electricity at each round.
“Are those my fingers?” His eyes blazed, fixed on her movement. “Or my tongue?”
“Your fingers.” Her other hand journeyed from her bosom, drifting past the motion at her nerve center stopping at her tight, wet opening.
“Yes,” he hissed as she plunged two fingers deep inside her. When she pulled them out, she dragged her hot liquid up to moisten her clit.
“Now it’s your tongue.”
“Yes, baby.” His voice was husky with need. She moved her gaze from his face and saw he clutched his hard shaft. So hot. He stroked his penis, his rhythm echoing her fingers as they plunged again and again inside her.
“Ah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” His encouragement, combined with the sensations of her moving hands and the intense heat of his stare, brought her to release. She quivered as she threw her head back and shouted her release.
While she was still mid-climax, she felt the bed shift underneath her, and heard the rip of a foil packet. Then he was on top of her, inside her, with one deep thrust he filled her to the hilt.
“Ah, baby,” he growled as he pounded into her. “You are so beautiful. I’m going to come so hard. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
He continued his vigorous assault, hitting a spot deep within her, one she hadn’t known existed. “Oh, fuck me!” Her orgasm crashed over and over, long beyond what she thought possible, exhausting and elating her. By the time he joined her, coming in one long stroke as he called her name, every muscle in her body was already limp from her prolonged release.
He fell next to her, his ragged breath becoming even as he drifted to sleep. She drifted into her own slumber, tingling in the warmth of her waning orgasms and the weight of his body tangled with hers and the promise of four more weeks.
Eighteen
The sun peeked through the trees and glared down on Micah’s script, making it impossible to continue reading. He tossed it into the grass beside him and glanced around, taking in the scenery. It was beautiful. One day he’d maybe buy a cabin out here in the Rockies. Not anywhere as crowded as the star-populated Aspen, but in a quiet place like this Golden recreation area, not too far from Denver.
Of course, half the reason he was fond of Colorado had to do with the girl lying on her stomach next to him. Would he still be attracted to these mountains if Maddie wasn’t with him? Probably not so intensely.
He sprawled out on the blanket and propped his head up with one hand bent at the elbow to watch her struggle with the light, adjusting the top of her laptop down to see better. It was an unusual blanket to use for a picnic, a beige hotel standard they’d found in his closet, but it did the job. The sandwiches Maddie had picked up for them at a local deli had been devoured earlier and the remnants were gathered at his feet in a trash bag, also swiped from his room. Now, he was ready for dessert.
As if sensing his hungry stare, Maddie looked up from editing on her computer. “What are you thinking?” she asked.
“That it’s our one week sexiversary.”
She chuckled as she shut the lid of her laptop and pushed it to the edge of the blanket. Then she also propped her head in her palm to stare at him face to face. “One week, huh?” She furrowed her brow. “What do you get someone for that? Paper? China?”
“Condoms.” He wished he had one now, knew his wallet was empty. “We’re out at the hotel. We need to grab some from my trailer.”
She traced the line of his nose with her finger and tapped it once when she reached the tip. “You know, I am on birth control.”
Cond
omless sex. His cock pressed tight against the zipper of his jeans at the thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had unprotected sex. He knew Maddie well enough to know she was clean. He was too, had regular check-ups for STDs, but her trust astonished him, especially since he had a reputation.
It also astonished him that he wasn’t horrified at the idea like he could have been. It suggested a step forward in their relationship. Where was he going with Maddie? Why did it feel so nice? He hadn’t forgotten the reasons that relationships in show biz didn’t work, but he was willing to admit that maybe he’d been too black and white about the whole thing. Maybe there were instances where his career wouldn’t get in the way of a romance.
Maybe.
At least for the duration of the shoot.
She searched his eyes, seemingly trying to read his silence. “What?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t had sex without a condom in years. I’m hard just thinking about it.”
“No you aren’t.” She reached her loose hand down to his crotch. Her eyes lit up. “Oh. You are.” She scooted herself closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a lingering kiss.
When she leaned away minutes later, her face was flushed and her eyes dilated. “Happy sexiversary. I can’t believe I ran from you… I wasted so much time.”
He smoothed the hair behind her ear. “I liked the chase.” Then he remembered the days he’d spent alone and wishing for her. “Well, parts of it.”
And he’d needed time. If she’d slept with him the day he’d made his first move, they’d be done with by now. But she’d pushed him for something more and here they were with a week under their belt.
“Parts of it were really nice.” She rubbed her lips together as if remembering something particularly juicy. “I’m going to have to thank Adam again for begging me to come out here.”
He wanted to take her mouth again, but an old question niggled at him. “Why didn’t you do the show from the beginning? You said something about personal issues on the ride from the airport. At first, I thought those issues might be me.”
“Like I hadn’t gotten over our fleeting night from the past? Narcissistic as always,” she teased. “I turned the movie down because of Beaumont. I didn’t know you were on this film until I saw you at the airport.”
“All these years we could have ended up working together. I have to admit, if it had happened at a different time or in any other way, I might not have been ready for this.” He pulled at her earlobe, noticing she didn’t have any earrings in. There was a pair sitting on the counter in the bathroom of his hotel—their hotel, really. She’d spent every night there since they’d first slept together. He should invite her to bring all her stuff over. He bet she had more earrings back at her own hotel.
Sharing space. The concept warmed him. And terrified him. Mostly warmed.
“Would it have been Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am?” She pulled his hand from her lobe and sucked on the pad of his index finger, causing his cock to jump. “Could you really have resisted me after you’d gotten in my pants once?”
“I would have pretended that I could. And I might have been quite an asshole in the process.”
“Then I’m very glad it happened like this.”
He traced the outline of her mouth, knowing he would take her soon. Still, he had time. They had the whole day off, and he’d already had her once that morning. With their exhausting workdays and their insatiable longing to fuck like bunnies, what they didn’t get much of a chance to do was talk. He wanted to know her, all of her, and he was taking the opportunity now while he had it. “So Beaumont? You’ve worked with him before?”
She stiffened. “I did. Years ago. It was a fiasco.” She chuckled to herself at some private joke. “A Beaumont fiasco.”
He wrinkled his forehead. “Tell me.”
She did, though he sensed her reluctance. He listened to her story, imagining her excitement when Beaumont initially invested and, when she got to the end, feeling an intense hatred at his director for what he’d done to the talented angel in front of him. His chest ached with her disappointment while every muscle in his body burned with an overwhelming desire to beat the guy to a pulp. “He really blacklisted you?” He gritted his teeth. “That fucker.”
“Whatever. I’ve moved on. I like what I’m doing now.”
“I have a feeling that’s not a reference to doing me.” He waited for her to deliver the playful smack that he knew she would before he got serious again. “But Maddie, you might like what you’re doing, but you love your movie. I never see you as excited as when you’re behind that monitor. Except when you’re beneath me. And on top of me.” He planted a kiss on her temple. “Anyway, it’s your passion.”
She shrugged, averting her eyes. “I don’t have to make a career out of my passion.”
He knew that was her pain talking, understood how much she’d rather be calling the shots than focus-pulling. “But if you can, why wouldn’t you? Why are you even making your movie if you don’t plan to do anything with it?”
“I’ll enter it in film festivals or something. People will still see it.”
“Like a handful. It deserves to be seen by more. And it’s good enough to get picked up. You just have to fight for it a little.”
“I can’t.” She seemed to truly believe her words. “I tried. I fucked it up.” Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Beaumont fucked it up.”
“Hey,” he whispered, wiping at the tear spilling down her nose. “You made a powerful enemy. That sucks. But you also have powerful friends.” He kissed the spot where he had wiped her tear. Without any hesitation he hinted at the offer he’d made before. “I’m a powerful friend.”
She bucked her hips against him playfully. “You’re right on the powerful.”
“I’m actually talking about something besides sex. For once.”
“I know.” She snuggled deeper into his arms and laid her head on his chest. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Is that okay?”
He inhaled the delicious smell of Maddie. “Of course.” He would put the subject away for now, but he vowed to himself he would help her in the future. He hadn’t been feeding her bullshit when he said he had been looking to invest in someone. He wanted to diversify, build a future that didn’t rely on fads and good looks. Producing was a logical career move. And Maddie’s film was good. It made sense and he meant to pursue it.
Did he really mean that promise? He did. It was a huge step for him, and he didn’t fail to notice its implications. He’d been burned in the past by Nichelle when she used him for his connections, and maybe Maddie wouldn’t be any different. But besides the fact that he trusted her, knew that she was different, he also didn’t give a shit if she used him. He just wanted her happy.
What was that about?
“Can I help you with your lines?” she asked, interrupting his heavy thoughts.
“Please.” He should make sure his lines were solid. Then he could put away the script and spend the rest of his day focusing on nothing but Maddie.
She rolled out of his arms and sat up to grab his script. He’d left it open to the scene he was studying and he watched as her eyes scanned the page.
When her mouth tightened into a straight line and her brows creased sharply, he guessed he knew the source of her reaction, but asked anyway. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed. “I forgot you had the sex scene this week. I sort of blocked it out.”
He rubbed her lower back, hiding his pleasure at her jealousy. “Is it going to bother you?”
“No.” She paused. “Yes.” She sighed again. “I don’t know.”
He continued to draw lazy circles on her back. “Talk to me.”
She looked toward the horizon, thinking about what she wanted to say or trying to decipher her emotions. “It bothered me when you did the kissing scene. Until you reassured me. That helped. But since then I found out…” Her voice trailed off.
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��What?”
She looked back at him. “That you’ve slept with Heather.”
She kept her voice level and he focused on making his response the same. “Huh.” How did she know? He and Heather had always been on the down-low.
But that wasn’t important. Putting her mind to rest was. And how they handled this would be a major milestone in their…whatever it was they had. One common pressure on Hollywood romances was costar jealousy. “I’m not sleeping with her now. I have no interest in sleeping with her now.”
“I know.”
Good. Yet he could sense that knowledge wasn’t enough. “But…?”
She shrugged. “But doing this scene, you might recall other times with her.”
It wasn’t a ridiculous worry. For the most part, love scenes were so clinical and uncomfortable that he rarely became emotionally involved. But it did happen with some actors. Spending weeks, or months wrapped in the mind of a character, making their actions believable, and then adding physical contact on top of that—yeah, he’d be jealous if it was her kissing another guy.
At another time in his life, this conversation would have been enough to make him run. But with Maddie, he wanted to work it out. There was no way he could get out of filming the sex scene. But maybe he could make it more tolerable for both of them. “What if there was a way to ensure that I was definitely not recalling her?”
She studied him. “What do you mean?”
“I have an idea.” He sat up, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his face against hers. “Let’s do the scene together. Now. The whole thing through to the parts that are only hinted at and not filmed. And then, I promise you, there will be no way that you or I will think about anything but each other when we’re filming. We’ll be the real thing. Heather and everyone else will only get a lame reenactment.”
“That sounds…” He waited for her to say it was a stupid notion, but she surprised him. “Like a great idea, actually.”
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