by Cathryn Fox
Leaving the pie on the stove, Dylan walked around the counter and sat beside her. “Dig in,” he said.
The pastry flaked as she cut it with her fork. She brought it to her mouth and blew on it before taking a bite. “My God, that has to be the flakiest crust I’ve ever tasted,” she said, going for another forkful.
He grinned. “Told you. Best pie you’ve ever had, right?”
He could almost hear her mind racing. If she said yes, she’d get her birthday spankings. But if she said no, he’d wear assless chaps. Which did she want more? He angled his head to study her. As he devoured her with his eyes, a hunger unlike anything he’d ever felt before jacked his pulse up a notch. She put another bite into her mouth, and moaned.
The sounds roared through him like a freight train, and his cock stood at attention. She swallowed, took a sip of beer, and wiped her tongue over her bottom lip, the action fucking with his mind in ways that made him batshit crazy.
“There’s something in the bag for you,” he managed to say.
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He slid the bag toward her. “See for yourself.”
She reached in and pulled out a small box. “You bought me something?”
“Open it.”
She lifted the lid to find a pair of panties inside, almost identical to the ones he’d torn from her hips and stuffed into his back pocket.
A grin spread across her face. “You went panty shopping?”
“Yeah. I kind of ripped yours last night.”
She blinked long lashes over come-hither eyes, then stood. “But I went shopping too.” Her movements were slow and sensual as she gripped the hem of her dress and slowly dragged it up her thighs. “See?” she said.
He glanced at her panties and nearly bit off his tongue.
Breathe, dude, breathe.
“Your panties…have cherries on them,” he said, stating the obvious as his mind envisioned his mouth licking those red globes and tracing the stem with his tongue until she was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
She tilted her head, a suggestive edge to her smile. Christ, he loved this playful side of her. Actually, after getting to know her better, he loved all sides of her and especially liked that she felt comfortable enough to be herself around him and not put him on some ridiculous celebrity pedestal. Truthfully it had been a long time since he could kick back and just be himself.
“You did say cherry was your favorite, too, right?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah.” As desire twisted inside him, he pushed his half eaten pie away and climbed to his feet. “Angel, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Before she could answer, he kissed her mouth, slid a hand around her waist, and dragged her to him.
Blood pounded through his veins. While he liked cherries, he knew her skin would be even sweeter. He pressed his lips to her throat and felt her elevated pulse. He gave her an easy shove until her back was against the island. His mouth left her neck and he kissed a path downward until he reached the sweet spot between her legs.
He went back on his heels and examined every single cherry before centering in on the one over her clit. Her tension wrapped around him as he pressed his nose to her and breathed in her scent. He nipped at the material, and she sucked in a tight breath. Her fingers raked through his hair.
“Yes,” she hissed, holding his mouth to her sex. His fingers curled in the thin, lacy band of the panties. A little tug drew them down, just enough to glimpse her wet, swollen nub. Lust settled deep in his groin. He breathed a kiss over her heated flesh, then his mouth came down hard. Her skin tightened and she cried out his name as he applied pressure to the spot that needed it most.
The play of her fingers in his hair prompted him into action. He slid back up her body, gripped her hips, and hoisted her until she was sitting on the counter.
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m going to fuck you, baby.”
“Bedroom?”
“No, too far.”
She gasped, but it was quickly replaced by a moan when he inched her legs open and slipped in between them. He gripped her thighs and pulled her toward him. She braced her hands on the counter behind her, and as her ass hovered on the edge of the countertop, he gyrated against her pretty panties. Christ, he wanted her at his mercy, wanted to tie her up and lick her from head to toe until she was delirious with need.
His mouth found hers again, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting her sweetness. He gripped her hair, and she whimpered, moving restlessly against him. With his brain barely functioning, and need urging him on, he pushed their plates away, and climbed over her, centered her beneath him on her granite counter.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and he growled, needing to take her hard and fast, but wanting to slow down to savor every inch of her. He kissed her mouth and her neck, and tugged at her buttons, desperate to see her naked.
Her buttons popped and spilled to the floor as he spread her dress open. He helped her from her clothes and slid a hand behind her back. With a flick of his fingers, he unlatched her bra, leaving her in nothing but her sexy panties. He took a moment to just look at her. Jesus, she was sexy.
Lust urging him on, he undid his pants and shoved them down. As he freed his throbbing cock, he reached over his shoulder and tugged off his T-shirt.
“Lift your head, Angel,” he said, and when she did, he slid it under her. “Better?”
Warmth moved into her eyes, then she nodded and crooked her finger. He fell over her again, and braced his hands on either side of her head. As his hard cock pressed against her panties, it clamored to be inside, but he had more cherries to taste first.
With his half-eaten pie beside him, he reached over and dipped his finger into the warm filling. She watched him, her mouth open slightly, her breathing faster than it was moments ago. He ran the cherry sweetness over her bottom lip, and she licked it off, drawing his finger into her mouth.
He nearly sobbed.
His cock pulsed as he dipped into the pie again then circled the cherry sauce around her nipple. She whimpered, her nails scraping along his shoulders.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.
“Yes,” she murmured. Moisture broke out on her flesh, and the soft glow from the light overhead made her skin glisten so invitingly. Color bloomed on her face as he teased her breasts. A slow, soft lick of his tongue removed the cherry sauce, and she arched into him.
He pinned her with his weight, stilling her, and she whimpered with need. He shifted slightly and ran his hands down her body and then, using slow movements intended to drive her crazy, he ripped her panties from her hips and tossed them away.
His body tightened as she offered herself up so nicely. “Spread,” he said. She obediently widened for him. “So fucking pretty.” She moaned when he tapped her clit, and he grinned.
He pressed a finger inside her to find her ready. He nearly shot off from the sexy discovery. His thumb probed, knowing just how to touch her. By small degrees her body began trembling, but this time he wanted her to come with him inside.
He glanced up to find her head twisting from side to side, her eyes rolling back. “So good,” she murmured. He slipped another finger inside for a snug fit, and she swept her arms out, sending a plate of half-eaten cherry pie to the floor. His cock ached to be inside her. He grabbed a condom from his pants, which still happened to be dangling around his knees, and put it on quickly. He gripped her thighs and widened them, then set his hands on either side of her head. His tongue brushed over her bottom lip, and he kissed her hungrily as he drove all the way inside her, unable to get deep enough.
“You’re so hot, Angel,” he growled as she closed around him.
He began slamming into her and, with her need matching his, she met and welcomed each hard thrust. They rode hard, both taking and giving as the crescendo of their union pushed him to the precipice in record time. Every nerve ending in his body sizzled in response. Frantic, o
n edge, driven by lust, he fucked her.
Tension built, and he could feel an orgasm pulling at him. She slipped a hand between their bodies and when she rubbed her clit, his brain shut down. That had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Yes,” she cried out as an orgasm wracked her body. A rush of breath left his lungs. He wanted to last longer, to keep up the rhythm, but how the hell could he? The responsive woman beneath him was lifting her hips, grinding against him, and driving him to the brink of insanity.
He pumped harder, his groin pounding against hers, then he fell over her, burying his face in her neck as he let go. His cock pulsed hard, jerking rapidly inside her.
“I feel you,” she said breathlessly, her nails scraping over him, her sex muscles clenching hard.
“I feel you, too,” he said.
He closed his eyes with relief as his orgasm sent ripples onward and upward through his body.
He slid to the side so he wasn’t putting so much weight on her body, and went up on his elbow. His other hand went to her stomach, and he lightly ran his thumb around her belly button, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. His gaze moved over her face, and when she gave a sigh of pleasure, basking in the glow of his touch, his heart pinched. Seeing her like this, so comfortable with him, so at ease as she radiated contentment, tugged at something deep inside him.
She framed his face with her hands and pressed the softest kiss to his lips—one so warm and loving it touched him on a whole new level. An unfamiliar, bone deep warmth flowed through him, and his heart nearly stopped. He sucked in a quick breath, shocking it back to life. He swallowed down the feelings she was stirring inside him, captured both her hands in one of his and pressed them to the counter over her head. She shuddered as he pinned her down. A smile touched his mouth. He loved how she trusted him enough to just hand herself over to him.
“Now about those birthday spankings,” he said, trying not to sound as knocked off his game as he felt.
She laughed, and the sweet, melodic sound went right through him. “I never said it was the best pie I’d ever had.”
“You never said it wasn’t.”
Chapter Five
Angie looked at the man in bed beside her. Last night was incredible. By far the best night she’d ever had. A warm quake moved through her when she thought about how he’d taken her on the countertop, the naughty things he did with the cherry pie. Her nipples tightened, a tell tale sign that she was aroused all over again, except this was so not the time to let her lust rule, not when they were snuggled in bed on the set of Devious Women, acting like they were lovers.
“The chemistry between you two is off the charts,” Cameron said as he came in to direct the scene. Kaden, her friend Janie’s new lover, who also happened to be the set’s cameraman, stepped in behind Cameron. Unease moved through her and she pulled the blankets to her chin.
She’d done bedroom scenes numerous times, but this one felt different. Probably because she’d never slept with any of the actors who were cast as her lovers, and when it came to Dylan she couldn’t seem to separate herself from her character.
“Everyone set?” Cameron asked as the crew all positioned themselves.
Dylan slid over her, and she turned her attention to him. “This should be fun,” he whispered, a grin on his face.
Her hands went to his hair, and she forced a smile as she mussed it. She sucked in a quick breath, and let it out slowly as she tried to get out of her head and get into character.
“Action!”
Dylan’s lips came down on hers, and kissed her with hunger. Her heart pounded against her chest as he pillaged her mouth. While she loved kissing him, loved having him pressing down on her, this all felt so awkward to her. Even though they went down to a skeletal crew for the intimate scenes, it felt like Cameron, Kaden, and the others were in her bedroom, watching the things they’d done behind closed doors. While she liked a little kink, she wasn’t an exhibitionist, and with everyone watching it made her uncomfortable, especially since the man pinning her down stirred real things in her. That, and he was rock hard beneath the covers, his cock pressing hard against her thigh. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t separate herself.
She kissed him back and when he was supposed to roll, pulling her on top, her movements were jerky, unnatural as she nearly rolled him off the bed.
“Cut!” Cameron called.
Blue eyes locked on hers, real concern in his eyes. He pushed her hair back, his gaze moving over her face to access her. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
Her heart squeezed at the tenderness in his voice. “Not really. This feels…weird.” She put her mouth near his ear, her words for him only. “And you’re hard.”
He chuckled. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Does this always happen to you?” she asked, a stab of jealousy she had no right to feel cutting to her core.
“Never,” he said, and from the honest look in his eyes she had no reason not to believe him. “It’s okay. I’ll help you through this,” he said, the reassurance in his voice easing her anxiety. “Just forget about the camera. Think about last night and pretend we’re in your bed.”
“We never did make it to my bed,” she whispered.
His eyes filled with promise when he said, “I plan to rectify that.” His pressed a gentle, almost loving kiss to her mouth, and her heart missed a beat. Since the director hadn’t yet called action, she knew that tender, caring kiss was from Dylan, not the character he was playing, and it was affecting her way more than she would have liked.
“Angie,” Cameron said. “Start again, from the roll.”
Dylan, the professional that he was, regrouped quickly and rolled back on top of her. His eyes met hers. “Just you and me, Angel. Okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured.
“Think about tonight…and how this is just a taste of what’s to come.”
An excited breathy laugh escaped her lips, the last of her discomfort ebbing away. “I will.”
Cameron called action, and Dylan’s lips found hers. They had very few lines in this scene, just lots of moaning, except this time her moans were real, and she was pretty sure his were, too. Kaden moved around the bed with the camera, shooting from different angles, as they played out the love-making scene. Her eyes slipped shut and she gave herself over to the things she was feeling as he rolled, settling her on top. She pushed up, to expose her bare back to the camera, then her mouth went to Dylan’s chest.
The play of his muscles beneath her lips brought a smile to her lips. She loved how he reacted to her touch. Seconds turned to minutes as they faked intercourse, and soon enough the director was saying something, but with her heartbeat drumming loudly in her ears she had no idea what. Nor did she care. She just wanted to keep kissing Dylan.
He rolled her beneath him again, even though it hadn’t been scripted, and a moan caught in her throat as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. They couldn’t seem to stop touching each other. Their tongues tangled, and she became acutely aware of the heat between her legs. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her neck, and she stretched, giving him better access.
The lights flicked on and Dylan stilled.
Shit.
“For the tenth time, that’s a wrap,” the director said, impatience in his voice. She looked past Dylan’s shoulder, to find Cameron shaking his head, a knowing look in his eyes. They had a policy at work—no relationships among cast members. It caused too much friction, and problems. Of course, Janie and Kaden had broken that rule and gotten away with it, and technically Dylan wasn’t a cast member, so she couldn’t get in too much trouble. Even if she did, something told her Dylan would smooth things over.
With her body on hyperdrive, and her skin flushed from need, she didn’t dare move, otherwise, under the stark overhead lights, everyone would know she was displaying real arousal. She stayed still, waiting for her pulse to settle.
He shifted, and pulled the blan
kets up to cover her. He angled his body to hide hers from the crew. Heat and strength radiated from him as he offered his warmth, his protection. Nerves coiled inside her, a hollow ache in her stomach at the thought of this being over in a few days. When it came to him, there was a need inside her she couldn’t seem to sate. Defense instincts kicking in—heartbreak was not an option—she lowered her lashes to hide the emotions in her eyes.
“Clear the set,” Dylan said, his voice sounding like he’d just chewed on sandpaper as he drew the attention from her onto himself. “I need a minute.”
Chuckles could be heard as everyone left, and Angie could only imagine how fast news of this would spread around the set, and how much her friends would tease and beg for the details.
“You okay?” he asked.
She covered her face, a tightness in her throat. “No, now everyone thinks—”
He peeled her hands away. “They can think what they want about me, but I’m not going to let them think anything bad about you. No one saw you,” he said, brushing her hair back. He was right. Thanks to him shielding her, no one saw her desires. “This is your job. I’m here for one day, but you have to face these people when I’m gone. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them you were nothing but professional, and I was the one who broke character.”
“Thank you,” she managed to say, her heart in her throat. Why did he have to be so damn sweet? If he were just another Hollywood player this affair would have been so much easier.
“Of course.” He brushed his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “Lies are written about me all the time.” He winked. “Even though this time me breaking character was true. Still, you have to have a thick skin in this business.”
“True.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, his chest, then dipped below the blankets to feel his cock through the shorts he was wearing. “I think you have the thick part down.”
He laughed, grabbed her hands, and pinned them over her head. “Keep that up, Angel, and we’ll really be putting on a show for everyone.”
“Okay, okay,” she said laughing. “Since I don’t particularly enjoy engaging in public displays of affection, I’ll be good.”