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Kris splashed out of the tub and wrapped herself in a fluffy thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton robe before padding into the living room. She opened the door, ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind.
Instead, her jaw dropped, and her mind blanked.
Nate grinned, looking sexier than ever. He’d bulked up for the movie, and his tan had deepened from all the hours spent shooting in the desert. His eyes glittered like cut emeralds against his bronzed skin, and they zeroed in on Kris with the heat and intensity of a nuclear missile.
“What—how—”
“Figured we should finish our conversation in person,” he explained with a slow, sexy smile. “As much as I love our dirty talk sessions, I like the feel of you coming around my cock even more.”
Kris’s knees weakened.
There’d be time for questions and answers later. Right now, she needed him inside her. ASAP.
“Come here.” She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him toward her.
Their mouths and bodies clashed with an urgency that could only exist between lovers who’d been deprived of each other's company for too long.
Her robe dropped to the floor. His shirt flew off and landed on a nearby lamp. His jeans followed.
“Want to make it to the bathroom to finish the fantasy, but don’t think I can wait that long,” Nate mumbled, his stubble rasping against her skin as he trailed kisses down her throat.
“We’ll do the bathroom later. In the meantime—” Kris backed up until her thighs hit the couch. “This is fine.”
More than fine.
In fact, when Nate thrust into her at the same time his mouth reclaimed hers, it was perfect.
* * *
Kris and Natemade up for lost time in every room of the house before they ended their marathon in her bedroom, panting and boneless from multiple orgasms.
“Hey.” Nate smiled down at her, rubbing a lock of silky, multi-toned hair between his fingers. Every time they saw each other, they fucked like it had been years and talked like no time had passed. The days apart were hell, but the reunions were glorious.
“Hey.” Kris stretched and let out a lazy yawn before snuggling up to him again. “Now, are you going to tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”
He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We wrapped up the desert shoot early. Production will pick back up in L.A. after the holidays, but I thought I’d surprise you before I headed home.”
Nate had missed her with every fiber of his being. Sure, he was enjoying the hell out of his first shoot as the lead—despite the hellish desert heat, the sixteen-hour days, and the eccentricities of Scott West, he loved acting and everything that went along with it. He’d had to quit his job at the cafe because as accommodating as Elijah’s dad was, you couldn’t disappear for months at a time and expect to keep your gig.
Nate had been surprisingly bummed—he’d liked his coworkers at Alchemy—but the rush and adrenaline once he arrived on set helped. There was nothing like stepping into the role of someone else, of being so immersed in a character who lived lives you’d never had. He hoped the audience would connect with the story as much as he did when the movie aired in theaters. Being able to escape into a fantasy world—one where the good guy wins, the bad guy gets what he deserves, and the romantic interests live happily ever after—was a refreshing break from reality.
Except, for once, Nate’s reality was better than fantasy.
Drowsy from exertion and pleasure, with Kris in his arms and her amber scent filling his senses—this was perfection.
Too bad perfection had a time limit.
“How long are you staying?” Kris asked, tracing her fingers over his abs.
Nate’s stomach muscles contracted in response, and his sex stirred, eager for round five or six or ten. He’d lost count.
“For the weekend.” He flashed a languorous smile. “I hope you don’t have plans, because I have a lot of…fun activities for us in mind.”
A majority of which involved them naked and horizontal. Or vertical, diagonal, whatever. He wasn’t picky.
Kris’s eyes glittered with sensual heat. “Let me guess. Brunch and yoga?”
“Sure. Yoga is you doing downward dog with me behind you, and brunch is me eating your pussy.”
