Her heart squeezed in her chest at that one word.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Then it doesn’t matter if you’re living in Sydney or Melbourne. I’ll base myself wherever you are. Or you could come and meet me sometimes?”
Look how following a man ended last time. Working with Oliver was supposed to make up for not following her passion. If she went with Ethan, she’d be giving up the opportunity of doing something she loved.
“I’m hoping to stay in Sydney to do a makeup course. I won’t be able to go anywhere.”
“That’s fantastic. How did your parents take it?”
“I sent them an email. They haven’t responded yet. Even if they agree, I’ll still have to work for them. I’m hoping they’ll give me the flexibility to do both. So, going with you…I can’t.”
“Then I’ll fly in whenever I can.”
The conversation with Nancy warning her to be careful played heavily on her mind. He’d been so set on not letting his personal life interfere with his work, it was hard to imagine how he could have had a change of heart so quickly?”
“Let’s see where this takes us. What harm could it do?” he said and held onto her hand linking their fingers together.
It could shatter her heart into a thousand pieces if she fell hard for him and things didn’t work out. The pit of her gut told her to be careful, maybe think this through for a couple of days before she decided. He let go of her hands and grazed his fingers down her neck and over her collarbone. She shivered. His lips replaced his hands, and she tilted her head to the side. The stubble on his chin brushed over her pounding pulse and she sighed with pleasure.
“Tell me you want to try. That you want to be together,” he murmured against her neck.
A hand slid between the folds of her robe and he cupped her breast. Not fair! How was she supposed to think clearly and make such important decisions when he was touching her like that? And as he massaged and plucked at her raised nipple, she couldn’t remember why she needed time to think. She only wanted to feel. And it was Ethan she wanted. Nancy’s warning was forgotten.
“I want us to be together,” she whimpered as he spread the robe apart. He trailed a finger from her neck, around her nipples and down to her stomach.
The belt of the robe loosened, he slipped it off her shoulders and it pooled around her waist. Removing the robe so she was completely naked, she slid further up the bed until she reached the pillows.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and husky.
One of the hottest men on the planet thinks she’s gorgeous. It gave her a shiver of pleasure.
“It’s time you take your clothes off,” she said.
With fast fingers, he reached for the buttons on his shirt.
“Slower,” she demanded. If he was too quick, he’d be on top of her, not that that was a bad thing, but she wanted to savour him.
He quirked an eyebrow and smiled. That sexy grin was enough to want to reach up and personally rip the clothes right off him. She controlled herself—barely. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and tossed it on the floor. Taking his wallet from his back pocket, he pulled out a condom and threw it on the bed. The wallet followed the shirt. Tanned muscles flexed in his biceps as he reached for the fly on his pants and painfully slow, slid them down. Her breathing grew choppy as he pushed them along his legs. He’d gone commando and was ready for action.
Meeting her on the bed, he pressed his lips against hers, opening her mouth with his tongue and sliding it inside while his hands explored her body. He skimmed over her hips and between her thighs drawing a long moan from her when he reached his target between her legs. She gripped the sheets, her head back, body arching off the mattress as his fingers stroked her until she almost lost control.
As if he knew he was about to drive her over the edge, he stopped. This time, she wanted to moan with frustration but soon she sighed with delight as his lips went on an expedition. Starting with her neck, he licked her breasts and placed hot kisses over her stomach. She knew where he was heading. If he went any further south, it’d be game over. And that’s not the way she wanted things to end. She wanted to take the ride together.
Tugging at his hair, she brought him back to her, kissing him as her hands slid over his solid back and butt. He tore away to grab a condom, and then took a frustrating long moment to put it on. He positioned himself between her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath at the contact.
Heavy breathing filled the room as he hovered over her. Their eyes locked and, in that moment, he thrust into her. They both cried out as he filled her. He dropped his head on her shoulder. Maybe like maybe he needed a moment to pull himself together? He took a deep breath before beginning to move. Their bodies slid and rocked together in rhythm. Slow at first, going deeper with each thrust. He took her over the edge little by little. Linking their fingers together he slid her hands above her head and pumped into her faster and harder. And she lost it. Her hips bucked off the mattress to thrust against him. He quickened the pace. Again, their eyes locked and she fell into the deep green pools. She hoped she could reach a lifeline if the time came to pull herself out. Then he entwined his fingers in her hair and kissed her so deep she shattered with such force, she took him along with her.
Chapter 22
The next few days were much of the same: get up, go to work, go to Holly’s hotel room and spend the night making love for hours. He only came home for a change of clothes.
The weekend brought a much-needed rest from filming, and he’d come home to take care of a few things. Holly had some shopping to do, and they planned to meet up later. They were only apart for a few hours, and he already missed her. This morning, he’d left her with a mind-blowing orgasm that made her wobble at the knees. He’d bet she missed him too.
“What’re you looking so happy about?” His brother strolled into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and about three days’ worth of stubble. The character he played on the show was freshly shaven, which clued Ethan in about his worst suspicions: Aiden hadn’t been at work recently. His happy mood dropped.
“Nothing, want some coffee?” When his brother nodded, he pulled out two mugs and waited for the brew to heat. He wanted to ask Aiden about work but every time he brought it up, it only aggravated him and he’d storm off.
