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“I’m not a writer.”
“Being a writer isn’t something you’re born with,” Callie said. “It’s something you can learn. But the only person who can write your story is you.”
Jake brought their entwined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles before letting go. He pushed himself off the sofa.
“What’ve you got for dinner fixings?”
Callie followed him into the kitchen. He studied the contents of the refrigerator with a frown.
“Probiotic yogurt and kale?” He turned to glower darkly at her. “That’s it? Not even a carton of eggs?”
“I haven’t had a chance to go shopping this week.” She put her hands on her hips. “And unlike you, I don’t stop for fast-food hamburgers on the way home from work.”
“Honey, they bring fast-food hamburgers to me on set.” He puffed on his fingernails and polished them on his shirt.
Rolling her eyes in amusement, she approached him. “People fawn all over you, don’t they?”
“I get a fair bit of fawning, yeah. And fast food.” He closed the refrigerator door, a gleam appearing in his expression as she closed the distance between them.
“You must work out a lot to counteract all those calories.” She poked him in the abs with her forefinger. Rock-hard. A shiver ran down her spine.
“Benefits of a personal trainer.”
He leaned against the counter and settled his hands on her hips, pulling her to him. Callie’s breath caught at the contact of their bodies, and her nipples hardened against his chest. The sparks of their make-out session in the car came to life again, flaming the air with heat. When they were this close, a force seemed to encircle them, wrapping them in a world where nothing else existed. Tightening his hold, he lowered his head to kiss her.
Pleasure burst through her veins, and all thought fell away. Jake’s kiss was warm, firm, and gentle. He slid his tongue over the seam of her lips, but didn’t urge her mouth open just yet. She loved the way he savored kissing, as if it were more than only a prelude to sex, as if he would be content to kiss her for hours on end. She felt his whole body react to the pressure of their mouths together—tension coiled through his muscles, his breathing increased, his hands flexed and clutched her hips.
Callie sank into him, nudging herself into the V of his legs as he leaned his hips back against the counter. She slid her hands around his waist and gripped the back of his T-shirt. The hard ridge in his jeans—right underneath that button fly—pressed against her belly. Little fires ignited in her blood, pouring heat right into her core.
He eased her lips apart with his tongue. She tightened her hold on him, stunned by the electricity crackling through her veins, the striking sense of having found something that she’d lost. Or never had at all.
Urgency lit the air. Jake pushed them both away from the counter, not breaking the contact of their mouths as he backed her up against the opposite wall and settled his hands on either side of her head. Dizziness swept through her. She let her head fall back, reveling in the sensation of their open mouths clinging together. He lowered one hand to cup her breast, flicking his thumb over the hard peak. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the burgeoning ache.
Jake lifted his head, his eyes dark with lust and his breathing hard. “Okay?”
“Oh, yes.” Callie drew in a gasp, everything inside her alive and on fire. “Please.”
Grabbing his arm, she guided him toward her bedroom. Halfway down the hall, he turned her for another deep kiss, edging his hand under her shirt. A warm, lush feeling melted inside her, softening every part of her body.
She lifted her arms and let him strip off her shirt. A brief uncertainty rose in her as he revealed her plain beige bra—surely Jake was accustomed to women in fancy lingerie—but he gazed at her with such hot fervor that any misgivings quickly dissolved.
“Bed,” she whispered.
Tucking his hands under her thighs, he lifted her against him and carried her the short distance to the bedroom. Callie wrapped her legs around his waist and drove her hands into his thick hair. When he lowered her onto the bed, her body surged with anticipation and desire. He moved to the side only long enough to yank off his shirt and toss it to the floor.
Callie’s mouth went dry. She rose to her elbows and stared at his bare chest—smooth, muscular shoulders sloped down to a landscape of planes and ridges she ached to explore. Breath shortening, she swept her fingers over his ladder-like abs down to the waistband of his jeans and back up again. His skin was warm and taut beneath her fingertips.
Letting her hand linger against his groin, she shot him a teasing look. “Button fly.”
“Very observant of you.” A rumble of appreciation echoed deep in his chest when she tightened her grip. “For the record, they unfasten.”
“I would hope so.” Nudging him to lie back, Callie got to her knees and tugged at his jeans. The heat in her veins intensified as she worked open the fly, acutely aware of his heavy erection pressing against her fingers.
She slipped her hand into his jeans and stroked him, arousal ricocheting through her like a thousand shooting stars. Though the sheer size and breadth of him incited her anxiety a bit, she wanted this, wantedhim, more than anything.
With a groan, Jake rolled her over, pressing his lips to her mouth, her cheeks, her shoulders. He took off her bra and kissed her breasts, then trailed another line of kisses down her abdomen. Any concerns Callie might have had about being compared to beautiful Hollywood actresses disappeared entirely as he worshipped her body with his lips and his hands.
Then he moved up to kiss her again, as if she were the only thing that existed at the moment. Like he was a man parched in a sun-drenched desert, and she was an oasis of refreshing water and cool shade. Like he didn’t want to leave the haven of her.
