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“We can just speak it or we can play it like we were actually onstage. Your choice.”
She eyed the space between them. “How would it be onstage?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
She followed him over to the nearest wall and then he sat down, leaning his back against it. He patted the spot next to him. “Join me in bed.”
Her cheeks got a little darker than the flush she was already sporting, and her nose tic appeared, which made him smile, but she joined him on the floor. He looked over at her. “Say stop at any time if this gets weird.”
She gave him a surely-you-can’t-be-serious look. “We did shots and are sitting in a pretend bed. This is already weird. But I hear you.”
“All right, let’s give it a try.” He squinted, tipped his head toward the ceiling, and jostled her slightly to the left.“Move over. You’re in my light.”
“I’m…” She looked confused for a second, then realized he was already playing the game. “Oh. Right.” She gave him an annoyed look.“Cut! That was terrible. Is that what you call a sex scene?”
He paused, wondering how far he should take this but then dismissed the thought. This was improv. No overthinking. He needed to act like he would with a member of his group. He moved toward her and straddled her calves. The bourbon was making his limbs feel warm and liquid, but he was careful not to put his weight on her. He frowned down at her and put his hands on his hips, swiveling a little from side to side.“Can we do that again? I missed my mark.”
He waited a beat, half expecting her to shove him away for taking it to that level. Instead, she surprised him by grabbing a hank of her hair.“Really, Steve? In my hair?”She twirled her finger in the air. “Makeup!”
He almost choked, her comeback dirtier than what he’d lobbed at her. He bit down on his smile and waved a hand in front of her.“I don’t believe you in this scene. Show me you’re enjoying this. I need more enthusiasm.”
“Oh, oh, oh,”she said deadpan.
“That’s all you’ve got? This is your big audition to be my girl, Lorraine.”He bent forward and braced his hands on the wall next to her.“Don’t you know I’m kind of a big deal? I’ve been inthreecar-dealership commercials.”
She put the back of her hand to her forehead Scarlett O’Hara style and closed her eyes.“Oh yes, Steve! Sell me a car!”
He was having way too much fun now and losing himself in the scene.“With more feeling! I don’t believe you.”
Hollyn’s eyes were tightly closed, and she panted as she tossed her head back and forth,“Yes, Steve! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He slapped the wall behind her.“That’s it. Say my name.”
“Oh God, Steve!”she gasped.
Jasper lost his train of thought for a second, seeing Hollyn’s face tipped back and hearing the breathless sounds escaping her short-circuited him for a second. “Uh…”
She opened her eyes, brows lifted in surprise at his stumble.
“I got my start in porn,”he blurted out.
She blinked. “Was that another line or a confession?”
That broke him out of his distracted state. He cleared his throat, realizing their faces were only inches away and that he might possibly be getting turned on.Not good.“A line.” He licked his lips and tried to regain his focus. “You’re doing great. Your turn.”
Her eyes met his, searching, a little dazed. He could feel her breath hitting his neck. “I, uh…”
“Don’t think,” he whispered. “Just follow the first impulse.”
She stared at him for a millisecond longer, and then she grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulled him closer, and kissed him.
Jasper froze, momentarily shocked by the contact, by the hot press of her lips against his, but then his owndon’t thinkinstincts kicked into gear. He let out a low sound in the back of his throat, and his lips parted, opening to the kiss and the woman offering it. His hand went to the back of her neck, and Hollyn whimpered, her grip on his shirt tightening. Their tongues touched, and the alcohol-induced warmth in his body heated into something entirely different. Fire raced through him, and he tipped her head back, deepening the kiss and savoring the sexy groan she made and the sweet bourbon taste of her.
Heat flooded lower, the front of his jeans tightening. His fingers tangled in her hair. He wanted to lay her down on this floor, straddle her properly, hear thoseOh Godsounds she’d made earlier for real. But a thought hung on.
The sweet bourbon taste of her.
The sweetbourbontaste of her.
