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“When this film came across my desk, I knew I wanted Max to try for it and I was sincerely hoping they paired him with Lily. This role was made for her. She’s already got that Southern-belle charm your mother had, according to everyone on set. Lily has the sweet little twang in her voice like all of you Barringtons do.”
Cassie turned, clutching a simple strapless cotton dress to her chest. “I do not have a twang.”
Ian quirked a brow. “It’s actually even more prominent when you get ticked. Very cute and sexy.”
Rolling her eyes, Cassie turned back to the box and placed the lid back on. “I’m going to change. Could you try not to stare at me through the reflection again?”
Ian shrugged one broad shoulder. “I promise.”
Cassie waited for him to turn around or move, but he just sat there smiling. Damn that man. Now that she’d reminded him he’d seen her pretty much naked, Cassie had no doubt she’d just thrown gasoline on the fire.
“Aren’t you going to turn around?” she finally asked.
“Oh, when you just said not to look at you through the reflection, I assumed you wanted to let me in on the full viewing.”
“I didn’t want to let you into this room...let alone treat you to a viewing.”
Cassie resisted the urge to kiss that smirk off his face. He knew he was getting to her, and she wondered just how much longer she’d deny it to herself.
“I’ll move, then,” she told him, stomping to the other end of the attic behind a tall stack of boxes. “And don’t you follow me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled. “But you’re just putting off the inevitable, you know.”
She quickly wrestled out of her clothes and yanked the strapless dress up over her heated body. Her bare arms and legs cooled instantly.
“I’m not putting anything off,” she informed him as she came back around the boxes. “I know your type, Ian. Sex shouldn’t just be a way to pass the time. It should mean something, and the couple should have feelings for each other.”
“Oh, I feel something for you. And I plan on making you feel something, too.”
Why did her body have to respond to him? And why did she always have to be so goody-goody all the time?
She didn’t even have the ability to make him squirm. No wonder her husband had left her for another woman.
“I’m not sure what put that look on your face, but I hope it wasn’t me.”
Cassie drew her attention back to Ian, who had now moved in closer and was very much in her personal space. His dark eyes stared at her mouth and Cassie really tried to remember why she was putting up such a fight.
Had her husband ever looked at her like this? As though he was so turned on that all that mattered was the two of them? Had he ever made her tingle like this or feel so feminine and sexy?
No to all the above.
Cassie swallowed. If she was really going to do this, she needed to be in control. She’d been dominated enough in her marriage and right now she wanted something totally different. She wanted sex and she wanted Ian.
Mustering up all her courage, Cassie looked up at him with a wide smile and said, “Strip.”
Five
It wasn’t often Ian was shocked—he did live in Hollywood, after all. But that one word that had just slid from Cassie’s lips truly took his breath and left him utterly speechless.
“Excuse me?”
Raising a brow, she crossed her arms as if she dared him to refuse. “I said strip. You want this, fine. But on my terms.”
“I don’t do sex with rules.”
Cassie shrugged. “I don’t do flings, but here we both are, stepping outside of our comfort zones.”
Damn, she was hot. He never would’ve guessed the shy, quiet sister had this vixen streak. Of course, she admitted she was stepping outside her comfort zone, so perhaps this was all new territory. He had to hand it to her—she was doing a spectacular job. But he couldn’t let her have all the control.
Reaching behind his neck, Ian fisted his shirt and tugged it off, flinging it to the side. Hands on his hips, he offered a grin.
“Now you.”
Cassie laughed. “You’re not done yet.”
“No, but I’m ahead of you.” He met her gaze, the silent challenge thrown down between them. “I’m waiting.”
Even though her eyes never left his, he didn’t miss the way her hands shook as she reached beneath the dress and pulled her panties down her bare legs.
Just that simple piece of silk lying discarded at her feet had his pulse racing, his body responding.
She quirked a brow again, as if waiting for him to proceed.
Without hesitation he toed off his shoes and ripped off his socks. “Looks like you’re down to only one garment now,” he told her, taking in the strapless dress she’d donned.
