He leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her ear.
Her words came out throaty. “You.”
He smiled. She was so innocent. Not a virgin, no. But Micah had a feeling that her previous lovers were self-serving in their sexual exploits. She doesn’t even know what she wants. Well, he’d have to show her.
He stood again and lifted her leg. He slid off her shoe, then her sock, his eyes locked on hers as he did. “Such a pretty foot,” he said. He kissed each toe. When he reached the biggest, he sucked it then grazed the pad with his teeth. She shivered. He lowered her leg and repeated the process on her other foot, enjoying the sparkle in her eyes that his attentions brought.
When he had finished cherishing her feet, he bent over her and drew down the zipper on her pants. He watched her, ensuring she was willing for him to continue. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wasn’t. He couldn’t stop now if he tried. He needed her.
Fortunately, her eyes mirrored the lust and desire he felt. He shimmied her pants past her hips and down her long legs, replacing the fabric with a trail of kisses. She was curvier than most of the models and actresses he usually spent his nights with, one of the reasons he was so attracted to her. He could already imagine how soft and lush she would feel wrapped around him. His cock pulsed at the thought.
He trailed his hands up her legs to return for her panties. “Such pretty panties,” he said. “I almost hate to remove them. But they’re only going to be in the way.”
Her breath caught and his erection grew harder, if it was possible. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss over her sweet spot, then hooked his fingers under the black lace, sliding them down past her ankles and threw them to the floor behind him.
She pressed her knees together, instinctively, he guessed. “No, no, no,” he teased, placing his hands on her knees to separate her legs. He sighed at the beauty of her naked in front of him—her nicely trimmed pussy, her pink swollen desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned as he crawled into the v of her legs, holding her open with his body.
He lowered his mouth to her stomach and swirled his tongue around and inside her navel while she moaned underneath him. Then he moved south. Her legs tensed around him as she sat up suddenly, propping herself on her elbows. Astonishment and uncertainty clouded her eyes.
“Please,” he caressed her with his voice. “Let me taste you.”
She paused. Then let her legs fall open for him.
He trailed his lips slowly over her sex. She exhaled and surrendered to his mouth, all tension leaving her body. God, she tasted so good. He tapped his fingers fast and light on her skin where her thighs met her center as he licked and adored her, circling and stroking her clit with his tongue. She quivered as he surprised her with a gentle nip and he took pleasure in her delightful reaction.
When she bucked underneath him, begging for more, he responded by slipping two fingers inside her. “Ah, you’re so wet,” he murmured. He tugged and stretched her as he continued to kiss and massage her sensitive bud. She writhed, lifting her hips to meet his probe, her hands buried in his hair. She made the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard and he relished each groan and gasp, recognizing that she didn’t offer her vulnerability to just anybody.
When she shattered around him, he continued his assault, drinking in her salty taste until her whimpers softened and her body stilled. Then he returned to her lips. He kissed her softly and tenderly, smoothing her hair behind her ear while her breathing calmed. He knew that she’d exposed herself to him more completely than she had to anyone else before.
And he startled himself by hoping she’d never open up like that to anyone but him again.
Holy cannoli, she was lying naked on Micah Preston’s bed. And he had gone down on her. And she’d enjoyed it.
Maddie couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She couldn’t wrap her mind around anything at the moment, actually. Her orgasm had left her numb and delirious and shaking and now he was kissing her again. Micah-from-the-party-Preston was kissing her and doing unspeakably amazing things to her naked body and goodness sakes alive, did he have a present for her. She could feel it, thick and hard against her leg, straining against his pants.
Now, why did he still have his clothes on? She’d have to remedy that.
She pulled herself away from his delicious lips and twisted so she was straddling his hips. “My turn.”
He smiled slyly. “And what will you do with your turn?”
“Explore.” She grabbed the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms so she could peel it up and over his head. Oh, the rock-hard chest that had taunted her all during the shoot the night before. She ran her hands up his abs and over his pecs, then down the sides of his torso. Mighty fine indeed.
Micah inhaled sharply as her exploration reached the trail of hair leading down underneath the waist of his jeans. She moved herself lower and palmed his erection through the material. He moaned.
“My, this has to be awfully uncomfortable,” she teased. “Let’s see if this helps.” She unbuttoned and unzipped, discovering the tip of his head poking under the band of his boxer briefs. “Well, what do we have here?”
In one motion, he flipped her so she was underneath him. “Why don’t I show you?” he growled. Within seconds he’d removed his jeans and briefs and retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer.
Maddie’s mind wandered for the briefest moment to the reason for the condom supply—had there been other girls on this shoot? Other girls in this bed? But she pushed away the thought. She was the girl in the bed now. She was the girl watching as he unrolled the condom over his thick, hard shaft. Her tummy tightened at the sight.
Then he was stretched out on top of her, kissing her with deep need. She wanted to fulfill that need, to satisfy his hunger. In turn, she knew he would slake her own longing.
She wriggled underneath him until she felt him hot against her entrance. She bucked, begging him to enter. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Micah gazed at her with hooded eyes. Then, in one swift stroke, he plunged into her.
She cried out as he filled and twitched within her. This was so…so…so much better than she had ever imagined, and she had imagined it quite a few times over the past weeks. She felt beautiful, desired, special. She felt perfect.
He stilled as her body stretched to accommodate him. “My God, you’re so tight.”
Maddie rocked her hips up, urging him to keep on.
And then he began to move. Long, deliberate strokes pierced her, each bringing more heat and electricity, driving her mad. It was too much and not enough. She simultaneously wanted release and to never, ever stop.
She wrapped her legs around him, granting him deeper access. “Oh baby,” he groaned. Her senses heightened at his exclamation. This was because of her—she had brought him here.
His pace increased and he moved longer, deeper. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust, the new friction threatening to send her over the edge. Tightening her grip, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Pressure built and grew inside her, pushing her further, further, further until she knew she was close, so close.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.
And she did, exploding gloriously around him. Her climax sent uncontrollable ripples throughout her body as she cried out. She continued to shudder, milking him as he thrust through her orgasm until he let out a low moan, finding his own release.
He lingered there while their breathing slowed, his ragged respiration matching hers. Reveling in the feel of him against her and inside her, it occurred to her that the other men she’d slept with would have rolled over by now, fallen asleep. But not Micah. He tenderly stroked her neck, holding her in his arms, his forehead pressed to hers. The afterglow was sweet and she savored it.
“You’re here.” Micah’s voice startled her eyes open.
“Hmm?”
“I just can’t believe you’re here.” He stroked t
he side of her cheek with his thumb. “I’m very glad you’re here.”
Warmth spread throughout her. “Me, too.”
“I looked for you tonight.”
“You did?” She had wondered if he would.
“And I texted—”
“Yeah, I got that. It was sweet. I didn’t reply because I was already here and I wasn’t sure what to say.”
“Um, how about, ‘Hurry the hell up to your room. Where I’m waiting. Naked.’ I know the naked wasn’t exactly true, but it would have gotten me moving.”
Maddie giggled. “That wouldn’t have made a very good surprise.”
He rubbed his fingers slowly up and down her arm. “I suppose not. And it was a very good surprise.”
They lay silent for a moment. Despite his affirmations, doubt began to creep in. “So, stocked with condoms, huh? Have you had the opportunity to…uh… use them recently?”
He chuckled. “Someone always stocks my trailer with a box. It’s probably written in my contract somewhere as standard protocol. But no, I haven’t broken into them at all this shoot. And the few I have here in my room…Well, I was hopeful that I might get a certain lady here. Eventually.”
Maddie played along. “A certain lady?”
“Yeah, she’s really amazing and beautiful and incredibly sexy. She’s working on the movie, but I met her ages ago. I wanted her in my bed then, but it didn’t work out. Then I got a second chance...”
She stared into his deep blue eyes. Had he really only wanted her these past days? Pined for her even? It was incredible and still so hard to believe. But she knew he was telling the truth, had felt it as his body had moved inside her. She saw it now in his eyes, still dilated with desire.
She kissed him, sweetly and tenderly, and for several minutes she was lost again in his mouth.
When Micah finally pulled away he said, “Maddie, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He furrowed his brow. “I missed my mark.”
She clenched around him still inside her. “I think you hit it pretty well, actually.”
“Did I now?” His eyes glinted and she felt his staff thickening. “But what I meant—”
She put a lone finger up to his lips, shushing him. “I know what you meant. You apologized already. I don’t care anymore. I’m happy.”
Micah closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Me too.”
She lay in his arms, sated, as he continued to stroke her arm. Exhaustion began to claim her, and she allowed herself to close her eyes and drift.
“Hey, you can’t go to sleep!”
Maddie jumped as he shook her gently.
“I’ve waited for this with far too much anticipation to let this evening end so soon.” With a wicked grin, he flipped her over, drew her up to her knees, and reached his hand around to stoke between her legs.
Yes, she thought as her body awoke to his touch, very happy.
Sixteen
Maddie’s inner thigh muscles groaned as she squatted to look for the lens cap she’d dropped. And why shouldn’t her muscles groan? She and Micah didn’t leave his hotel room once in the twenty-seven hours they’d had off from production, and very little of that time was spent sleeping.
She smiled at the memory of this morning’s shower together before she ran to her hotel room for a change of clothing. He had sponged and cleansed her so thoroughly, they’d run out of time to take care of other business. Unwilling to let Micah leave for work with such a huge “problem,” Maddie had serviced him orally. She’d not given many blowjobs in her lifetime, a handful—mostly in college. They had seemed so impersonal and dirty. But when she placed her lips on Micah’s shaft and sucked and licked and moved him in and out of her mouth, she felt powerful and intimately close to him. She’d watched the look of exquisite pleasure on his face, and the knowledge that it was her mouth making him feel that way...well, she had a feeling she’d be giving a lot more in the future.
The future.
The thought brought her plummeting from her Micah high. Did she even have a future with him? They’d said they would take it one day at a time, wait and see. But that’s all they’d said. No talk or plans of any future, including the near future. Would she get to spend time with him at all that day? Should she ask him or wait for him to say something? She could invite him to a late dinner after the day’s shoot. Or maybe that was too clingy. Drinks with the crew, maybe.
And heightening the stress of the situation was the knowledge that Micah’s personal life wasn’t exactly personal. If they were going to have any chance to get to know each other, they’d have to keep their affair on the down-low. If “affair” was the right word.
Dammit, she hated the uncertainty. If she could just look in his eyes. His eyes would tell her.
She looked at her watch. Nine-thirty. Micah was due in costume at nine. Shooting was scheduled for ten-thirty. She wondered where he was now. Probably in makeup.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Um, details please!
Crap, she’d forgotten about Bree. While she’d waited for Micah in his hotel room, freaked out by her decision to finally jump him, she’d texted back and forth with Bree for support. Maddie had meant to update her friend but hadn’t because, well, she had been otherwise occupied.
She thought about how to answer. What could she say? That she’d had the most earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and beautiful experience of her lifetime? There were no words to capture her feelings.
Besides, it was private. Not just keep-from-prying-eyes-of-the-press private, but also don’t-tell-your-best-friend private. She typed a simple reply. It was nice.
Bree’s response came almost instantly. Nice??
Maddie sighed. More than nice. A lot more than nice.
Her response had been vague, but she knew Bree would figure she wasn’t willing to say more. At least not over text. Besides, the stand-ins had arrived and it was time to get her calculations. She worked around Joe as he blocked the scene, careful to not interfere with his instructions.
She had just finished writing down her first numbers in her notebook when her pocket buzzed again. Guessing Bree hadn’t gotten the hint, she rolled her eyes as she flipped open her phone.
But the text wasn’t from Bree. Come to my trailer.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Was he asking her to come so they could talk about their situation? Or not talk at all? Or did he want to tell her it was all over and to keep everything mum?
She had no idea. She needed to see him to find out.
Except she couldn’t go. She was in the middle of set-up and after Adam had yelled at her the other day, she needed to be especially on game.
Still, he wanted to see her. That had to be good. Reluctantly, she sent her reply. I’m working, silly.
Only seconds passed before his response came. Can’t u slip away?
That didn’t sound like an “it’s over” text. He really wanted to see her. Could she go? She wanted to. Her panties were already slippery thinking about him. She looked around, assessing how much work was left. She’d only done the calculations for Heather’s character and this scene had four characters.
There was no way. It would be too hard.
She held her phone as she waited for his reply.
Speaking of hard…
Her eyes widened. She had to see him.
But, she couldn’t.
Maybe just for a minute.
No, she couldn’t. She had to force her fingers to type. Sorry!
Maddie didn’t know if she was disappointed or relieved when he didn’t reply. The next twenty minutes were torture as she continued her set-up for the shoot. Wild images of Micah hard and naked filled her mind, making her squirm as she worked.
Then the images grew ugly as she pictured him grabbing the nearest P.A. for a quickie in his trailer since Maddie was unavailable for him.
That’s ridiculous. First, he had to be on set soon. Secondly, he’d just spen
t the last day having glorious sex with her. He didn’t need to get some now. Third, he wouldn’t do that…would he?
She realized that she really didn’t know the answer to that question. He didn’t have a reputation as a playboy because he never noticed other women, that was for sure. And she had no idea how regularly he got it on, or who with, or anything, really, except that when he got it on he got it on very well.
Dammit! Even after she’d bedded him, she was still mixed-up, shuffled, and a total mess. Wasn’t sex supposed to have cleared her head?
They should have talked.
“Maddie.” Joe drew her from her miserable thoughts. “Beaumont just called on the headset. He said Micah took full blame for the difficult shoot the other day. Realized he’d made a mistake.”
“Good to know. Thanks for telling me.” She hadn’t talked to Micah about it since their run. She was surprised he’d remembered, and after he’d gotten what he was after—namely her—was surprised he followed through.
“Sure thing. And I guess Micah wants to apologize to you in person. He’s waiting for you in his trailer.”
Maddie flushed. A hundred warring thoughts ran through her mind. Micah had come clean to their boss, and that was really cool, but had he only done it to get Maddie in his trailer? Did Joe know? Did Beaumont know? Didn’t Micah realize she had work to do? Did he think he could just snap his fingers and she’d come running?
And wasn’t it incredibly hot if he did?
“It’s okay. I’ve got things here,” Adam said when Maddie didn’t say anything.
“Are you sure?” Her heart began to race at the idea of being with Micah again. But she felt guilty about leaving her job.
“If Beaumont tells you to do something, you’ve gotta do it.” Adam winked.
God, did Adam suspect?
If he did, she didn’t care. She had to concentrate to keep from running to Micah’s trailer, energized by excitement. The five-minute walk seemed like five miles. Luckily, it was just enough time for her to get her head straight. This was not right—leaving Adam to do her job. Maybe he was used to having women at his beck and call, but not this woman. Micah needed to know it wasn’t acceptable to summon her as he had. And she’d tell him first thing when she saw him.
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