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I reached out, wrapping my hand around her wrist. “No, it wasn’t. You feel it too, Scout. I heard you with your friend. I see it in your eyes when you think I’m not watching. I’m a fuck up, maybe, but I won’t fuck up your life.” I stepped closer, uncaring if anyone was watching us. As far as I was concerned, it was just her and I on set. The rest of the world didn’t exist. “I want you, Scout. Like I’ve never wanted anyone before, and I don’t mean getting you in my bed.”
She weakly tried to pull herself away, but we both knew it was a half-assed attempt—a final show to pretend she didn’t want this.
“I’m going to finish this scene, and then you’re going to meet me in my dressing room.” My gaze burned into hers, willing her to let go of this silly stubbornness.
“Okay, everyone, on your marks!”
“Get going, Girl Scout. I’ll see you soon.”
I let go of her and turned away, heading back to my spot. Once I was in position, I looked back over at her, she was still frozen, and indecision was evident on her face. But the director called the set to order, and I focused myself.
One take, and then I was going to have her.
Easing the door open, my entire body was tense with preparation for disappointment. Finding the room empty would be my worst nightmare, but as I opened it, my eyes drank in the sight of her leaning against the counter in nothing but lacy underthings.
A garter belt, fuck yes.I drank her in, absorbing the reflection behind her, showing me the back where a little red bow sat at the crest of her ass. If this was an early Christmas present, thank you, Santa.
She uncrossed her legs and straightened as I closed the door behind me. “Did you wear that on purpose today?”
“I always wear something nice,” she said with a shrug.
“Do you? Because this looks like you picked it out for me personally.” I stepped closer, unzipping the stupid winter jacket they had on me for the scene and dropping it on the floor. Next, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, taking the beanie with it as it joined the coat in a pile.
“Maybe I thought about what your face would look like if you saw it when I put it on.”
“Did reality match imagination?” Her gaze was distracted by my chest, running her eyes along the hair curling over my muscles. I had to wax for the show, but I hadn’t done a shirtless scene in a couple of months, which allowed it to grow out.
Her eyes flicked back to my face as she swallowed hard. “Better.” She managed as I brought my hand to my jeans, undoing the button and pushing them over my hips.
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Everything about you is better than I imagined.” My eyes discernably turned to my cock as I palmed it through the boxer briefs. I let out a low chuckle before pushing it down to let her take it in.
The only sound that came next was her soft intake of breath as I stroked myself a couple of times. I didn’t need the help. All I’d been thinking about while throwing snowballs was burying mine in her. I was ready to go.
“I’m scared, Abel.”
“I’m big, but it’ll fit. I promise.”
“Not of your dick, you ass.” She laughed as our eyes met again, and I chuckled. “I’m scared of how I feel about you. You’re unpredictable at best and unreliable at worst, Abel. You have the power to destroy my career, my body”—her eyes flicked to my cock again—“and my heart.” They rose to meet mine once more. “So, what does that leave me with?”
“Girl Scout,” I sighed, stepping right next to her. “You’re not the one in danger of being ruined. I’d give up everything to kiss you again. You only have to say the words. You have the power here, don’t think for one second that you don’t.”
She swallowed, drawing my eyes to how her throat moved, and I reached out, cupping it as I brushed my thumb down the center of the column. “I get it now—that willingness to lay yourself on a grenade for someone. I’d do it for you in a heartbeat if it meant giving you everything you want and more. I hope I’m included in whatever you desire because going back to life before you is impossible. There is no before you, only with you.”
Seven
SCOUT
Goddamit, I’m in love with Abel Clarke.And maybe he didn’t just want to get me into his bed but damn if I didn’t want him in mine.
My mouth collided with his as my hands gripped his waist, pulling him against me. The bristles of his chest hairs rubbed against my peaked nipples, and I moaned. Fabric ripping echoed around us as he pulled the panties I wore tight, bunching the fabric between my folds, and as he tugged, they rubbed against my helpless, throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I gasped and pulled back. “I can take them off, you know!”
“You put a bow on. I want to rip the present open. And I want you to keep those thigh-highs on.” His eyes flashed as he smirked.
With another yank, the fabric gave away as the painful sting eased. His fingers rubbed, soothing my assaulted skin.
