by Anthology
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She gazed up at him in surprise, her lips curling into a sexy little smile that sent his pulse racing. “What are you doing?”
“Going to kiss the worry right out of you,” he murmured just as he leaned in and settled his mouth on hers. She parted her lips on a soft sigh and he snuck his tongue inside, swirling it around hers. Her hands rested on his chest and he tightened his hold on her shoulders, wishing like hell they could do more but knowing they couldn’t.
Meaning he was trying to drive himself out of his mind and he had no idea why.
“Keep doing that,” she whispered when he broke the kiss first, her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket. “I forget I’m supposed to be worried when you kiss me.”
“That was the plan.” He touched her cheek, let his fingers drift down to her mouth. She bit the tip of his finger, and he felt that like a direct touch on his dick. Damn it. “But we can’t get too carried away. We should be there in a few minutes.”
She pursed her lips into a sexy little pout as she settled her hand right onto his lap. His cock sprung to attention and she rubbed her palm against him, her smile growing. “But someone wants to come out and play.”
“No way.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist, stilling her movements. No matter how badly he wanted to indulge her—because he desperately wanted to see where she planned on taking this—he couldn’t. He absolutely did not want to climb out of the car with an erection tenting the front of his trousers. That just wouldn’t freaking do, what with the dozens of reporters and paparazzi taking aim with cameras upon their arrival. Not to mention all the fans who would be waiting to catch a glimpse of them too.
More mock pouting from Reagan. “You’re no fun.”
“And you’re so freaked out you’re not acting normal.” He kissed her again, loosening his hold on her wrist. She still touched him, her fingers light as they rested on top of his still-stiff cock, but at least she wasn’t trying to stroke him. He’d probably come in his pants if she kept that up. “Relax, baby. I’ll stay by your side no matter what. We smile, we wave, I talk to a few reporters, we go inside, we watch the movie, then we leave. It’s as simple as that.”
“Really?” Her voice dropped an octave and her eyes were filled with sudden fear. He hated seeing her like this. He’d do anything to make her smile, hear her laugh. He wanted his girl happy all the time. And he wanted to be the one to make her feel good.
“Really.” He pulled her in for a hug and she wound her arms around his neck, her mouth at the base of his throat. He stroked his hands down her smooth back, wondering how he’d get through the night with so much of her skin on such sexy display.
He’d just have to freaking figure it out.
Chapter Two
“You’re okay with going to the after-party, aren’t you?” Declan asked once they slid into the backseat of the hired car. “We won’t stay long I swear.”
“Absolutely, I’m okay with it, and we can stay as long as you want. It’s your night.” Reagan leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, murmuring, “I’m so proud of you. The movie was amazing.”
“You really liked it?” He sounded the most self-conscious she’d ever heard him. She’d quickly discovered Declan was a man who had a healthy ego. He had to, considering his line of work. She never minded. He wasn’t so much an arrogant ass, though he could be cocky.
She found his cockiness sexy.
“I loved it,” she reassured him. He hadn’t let on too much that he’d been so worried, though he’d attended a few early showings with producers, the director and key members of the cast. She’d asked to go and he’d always gently shut her down, claiming he was too nervous for her to watch.
From what she’d seen, he’d had nothing to be nervous about. Watching him on the big screen had been a complete trip, not only because the man she loved was actually in a movie as the lead role, but also because she totally forgot she was watching Declan—he literally became the drug-addled emergency room doctor whose life was about to spiral completely out of control.
And he’d done an amazing job in the role. She couldn’t get over just how good he was.
“Everyone else seemed to like it too,” he said, bouncing his knee up and down much as she had earlier, on their way over to the theater. “There was applause when the end credits started to roll.”
“I know. I applauded along with them.” She kissed his cheek again, running her lips along the line of his jaw, over his smooth, deliciously scented skin. He smelled incredible. Still looked incredible too, not that she was surprised. The man was gorgeous and all hers. She was honored to be his date tonight, for this movie that had the potential to change his career completely.
“I just wanted them to take me seriously, you know?” He turned to face Reagan, his expression earnest. “I’ve been nothing but the drug-addicted teen sensation for so long, and that’s all anyone saw. I’m the pretty boy that got movie roles because of his looks. The hot mess who partied too hard and fucked around with too many girls. It sucked. I was this close to giving up.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t.” She grabbed hold of his hand and brought it up to her mouth, kissing his knuckles. “I thought you were wonderful. You immersed yourself into the role completely, and I didn’t even see you anymore up on that screen. You became the character for me.”
He smiled and yanked their linked hands toward him so he could kiss her knuckles in return. “So I made you forget I’m the guy you’re in love with, at least for a little bit?”
They’d only just started saying ‘I love you’ and it still felt so new, so thrilling. “For practically the entire movie,” she admitted, holding her breath when he kissed the back of her hand, his warm lips lingering, his heated gaze never leaving hers. When he looked at her like that, touched her like that…she always knew he wanted more.
And she was more than willing to give it to him.
“So you liked it.” He seemed to desperately need the reassurance. She’d never seen him so needy before.
“Loved it. So much. Almost as much as I love you.” She leaned in close just as he dropped their linked hands between them, and she pressed her mouth to his. His lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and she tilted back, letting him take the lead.
“You make me insane, wearing that dress,” he growled when they broke apart. He stared down at her with dark eyes, his lips damp from their kiss. “All through the movie, all I could think about was you with all that gorgeous skin exposed.”
“You did not,” she chastised, seriously not believing him. Once she sat down, no one could see a thing. Besides, he was so wrapped up in worry over his film she figured that was the only thing on his mind.
“Did so. When you turn to the side, you give this view of side boob that just about does me in.” He leaned his head back against the seat of the car, staring at her right side.
“Side boob?” she asked, wanting to laugh, but the sound died in her throat when she saw the lusty way he examined her.
“Yeah. It’s fucking hot.” Reaching out, he touched her, making her jump. He drifted his finger up along her side, along the very outer edge of her breast. “You’re so damn sexy and you don’t even know it, baby.”
“Oh, stop.” She tried to lean away from his touch, but he was persistent. “Isn’t this after-party really close? Like at that hotel right up there?”
“Yeah. So?” He didn’t seem to care, his gaze still focused on her so-called side boob. She’d sort of noticed before they left the house that she was showing a little bit of side cleavage or whatever, but figured no one would pay attention.
She should’ve known Declan would notice. He never seemed to miss a thing, especially when it came to her.
“Well, we shouldn’t get too—” she sucked in a breath when he slipped his finger into the side of her dress and touched her nipple, “—frisky.�
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He raised his brows, his finger circling her nipple, making it hard. “Frisky? Don’t think I’ve heard you use that particular word before.”
“Well, it’s apt for the situation.” She sounded breathless, damn it. He knew how sensitive her breasts and nipples were, and he was taking advantage of it. “Declan,” she whispered when he slipped another finger beneath the dress and pinched her nipple.
“I want you, baby.” He moved in close, his mouth at her neck, kissing and licking her sensitive skin and making her shiver. “I’m all keyed up and full of energy. I figure a quick fuck will take the edge off.”
A little moan escaped her when he nipped at her ear, his entire hand underneath her dress now, kneading her breast. She leaned her head back, gasping when he pushed the loose fabric of her dress away from her chest so he could draw her nipple into his mouth. He sucked her deep, the pull of his hot mouth like a direct current to the throbbing spot between her legs. When he released her nipple from his lips, he licked it, teasing the hard little bit of flesh with his tongue, his gaze holding hers the entire time.
“I should tell you no,” she murmured, reaching out to slip her hand around his neck.
He smiled and moved up so he could kiss her. “You can never tell me no,” he whispered against her lips. “You can’t resist me.”
True. “We’re going to be at the hotel in minutes. They’ll open the door and find me half naked in here,” she protested. Yes, she wanted to do whatever he asked, but no, she didn’t want to see her naked breasts or anything else on any of the gossip sites.
Declan leaned over and hit the speaker button, requesting that the driver circle the block for the next fifteen minutes. “There, now we have time,” he said as he leaned back in his seat, smiling at her.
“Only fifteen minutes?” She arched a brow, giving him the look. The one that said she hoped he’d make the most of the next fifteen minutes, not that she ever thought he wouldn’t.
Grinning, he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her on top of him. “It’ll be the best fucking fifteen minutes of your life, baby. I’ll guarantee it.”
She knew without a doubt Declan meant every word.
Declan pulled Reagan onto his lap, his hands going to her thighs so he could shove the skirt up to her waist. She placed her hands on his shoulders and rested her knees on either side of him, her spread legs giving him a perfect view of the nude thong she wore and the damp spot on the front of it.
She wanted him. No surprise. He wanted her just as fucking bad.
The relief that had flooded him after hearing that loud burst of applause at the end of his movie had left him buzzing with adrenaline. He’d been a wreck for the entirety of the movie, worried people—especially Reagan—might hate it.
But she’d loved it. She’d told him that specifically, and he knew she wouldn’t bullshit him. His agent, his publicist, they were the ones mostly full of bullshit, just trying to bolster his ego so he’d act like the confident movie star they wanted him to be.
He’d put on a brave act before they went into the theater. Chatting up the reporters, behaving like he didn’t have a care in the world. Inside his guts were churning, and he swore when the lights first dimmed and the screen before them flickered to life that he was going to throw up.
Thank Christ he’d calmed his nauseous stomach and was able to focus on the movie.
Declan had watched it with a critical eye. He saw the spots he could’ve improved, winced at a few lines where he thought he sounded stilted and wooden. The pressure grew and grew, and he’d worried everyone was growing increasingly bored, increasingly critical, increasingly ready to bail the hell out of there.
But when he’d glanced around him, all he saw were rapt faces staring at the screen. When the movie ended, everyone started to applaud.
Everyone.
Reagan had leaned over and given him a tender kiss on the lips, her eyes shining with pride. His agent slapped him on the shoulder and told him he did a great job. People started approaching him, complimenting his performance, telling him they loved the film.
He couldn’t believe it. Still couldn’t. He was on top of the world and nothing was going to get him down.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Declan glanced up to find Reagan smiling down at him, her head tilted to the side as she contemplated him. He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs to her hips, his thumbs playing with the thin waistband of her thong. She shifted in his lap, her lids lowering when he ran his thumbs over her hipbones, and he swore he caught the scent of her arousal already filling the air.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked when he still hadn’t answered her.
“I’m thinking I’m a damn lucky man tonight, having you on my lap like this.” He tore his gaze from hers to stare at her panties, smoothing his thumbs back and forth beneath the tiny bands that ran to the upside-down triangle that covered her. “You’re already wet for me, baby.”
She squirmed in his lap, making his cock twitch, and he tightened his grip on her hips to still her. “You kiss me and tell me you want me, you know it’s bound to happen.”
He laughed. How did he get so lucky to find this woman? He remembered when they first met, at a party with his friends in Las Vegas. His assistant James brought her, picked her out just for him. Put like that, it sounded downright sleazy, but the first time he laid eyes on Reagan had been far from sleazy. He’d been feeling vulnerable and grumpy. She’d been nervous and star-struck, considering her old teen crush on him.
They’d formed a strong connection that night, a connection that had completely overwhelmed him. Now he couldn’t imagine doing anything without her—she’d infiltrated his life that completely. Something good happened to him and she was the first person he wanted to tell. Something bad would go down and he needed her desperately.
He was in love with her, plain and simple. The one thing he disliked about their relationship, though? They didn’t see each other enough for his liking. That drove him insane.
“Well, I want you too.” He loosened his grip on her, lightly skimming his knuckles over the front of her panties and causing her to suck in a harsh breath. “But we’re wasting time. Our fifteen minutes is going fast.”
“Then you better be quick about it,” she said, just before she leaned down and kissed him hard.
Her lips were plush and damp and parted enough that he could slip his tongue inside her mouth. He reached up with his free hand and cupped the back of her head, careful with her hair since they’d have to make a public appearance again soon. His other hand worked the front of her panties, rubbing against her in a perfect rhythm that had her panting into his mouth, her hips bucking against him.
He slipped his hand down to her neck, fumbling with the tie of her dress. Undoing it quickly, he pulled away from her lips to push the front of her dress down so her breasts were bared. “Beautiful,” he murmured before he dove in and rained kisses across her flesh, tonguing her nipple, sucking one into his mouth and then the other.
She moaned and clutched him close to her chest, her fingers slanting through his hair. Without thought he reached for his belt buckle and undid it, practically tore open the front of his trousers, slipped down the zipper and pulled his hard cock out.
“Oh God, I can feel you,” she whispered, her hips seeming to work closer to his dick. He reached for her panties, tugging at the flimsy material so they pulled to the side, baring her pussy to him, and he touched her there to find her folds slippery. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Reagan acted as frantic as he felt. He had no condom, but she was on the pill and he’d been checked a few months ago. He was clean. They’d had this discussion only a few weeks ago and he remembered exactly how amazing it felt, going bare inside her for the first time.
Without a word, he readjusted her above him and lifted his hips, sending his cock deep inside her body. She threw her head back on a whimper, her breasts swaying as she began to wr
ithe above him. He watched in fascination as he held onto her hips, lifting up to plunge inside her pussy, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head as he watched her move above him.
“I know I will never tire of this view,” he said, causing her to open her eyes. She smiled down at him and moved in close, her mouth on his, her tongue in his mouth. He clenched her hips and held her close, his cock about as deep as it could get inside her tight little body, and he felt her pulse and clench around him.
“Hurry,” she whispered against his lips after she broke the kiss. “Make me come, Declan.”
He knew just how to do that. Make her come. She’d admitted to him early into their relationship what a hard time it was for her in the past, having an orgasm. She responded so easily to him that he found it hard to believe at first, but she’d insisted he was the first man who could arouse her so quickly.
So he decided to wear that moniker like a badge of honor—privately, at least.
Reaching between them, he touched her clit, lightly at first, circling it, then rubbing her there, increasing his pace as he moved within her body. She gasped and went completely still, and then she was coming, her inner walls squeezing him with her orgasm, her entire body shaking as she collapsed against him.
He gripped her by the waist and slammed inside of her, grunting with every thrust, that familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine and working its way upward. He closed his eyes tight, his teeth gritted together, every muscle in his body straining until finally he exploded deep within her, his semen filling her with every thrust, until he went completely still.
“We still have five minutes, I think,” Reagan finally said a few moments later, making them both laugh softly. She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled in close, her mostly naked body pressed against his mostly clothed one.
“Then we need to use those five minutes and get you dressed,” he suggested, running his hand down her bared back.
