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And then we come to the trailers. He stops walking mid-step, his gaze drifting along the row until it lands on the one with my name on the door.
Crap.
"We don't have to go in," I rush to assure him. "We can hang around out here until the set meeting."
"I'm not afraid of the trailer, princess," he says quietly.
"Oh." I swallow hard, wringing my hands together. I search for something to say, floundering wildly out of my depth. "I don't know how to help," I finally admit on a whisper. "I want to make this easier for you, but I don't know how to do that."
"You make it easier simply by existing."
"Kaiden."
"Let's go check out your trailer."
"Are you sure?"
"Laura," he growls.
"Let's go check out my trailer!"
He chuckles and nudges me in that direction. I think I may be more nervous than he is about this. Jeez. He's so damn brave. I wish I had his courage. I'd be unstoppable if I did. But I'm a coward at heart, and he's a warrior, willing to face any battle.
He hesitates for a split second on the threshold of the trailer before stepping inside. The trailer is small with him inside. The kitchenette is to the right, with a coffee pot and microwave and a two-seater table. A sitting area to the left boasts a smallcouch, a glass coffee table, and a television. The hallway leads to a bathroom and a small bedroom. A bouquet of red and white roses rests on the table in front of the sofa, along with a note welcoming me to the cast. There's a gift basket of goodies as well.
Kaiden grunts when he sees the flowers, a shadow passing in front of his eyes.
"They send them to everyone," I say softly, fighting a smile.
"I should have bought you flowers."
"You're here. That's better than flowers any day," I murmur, wrapping my arms around him and leaning up on my toes to kiss his cheek. At least that's my plan.
He hooks one arm around my waist, anchoring my body to his. His free hand plunges into my hair, angling my head as his mouth comes down on mine. He kisses me hard and deep, not letting me up for air until I'm practically climbing his body and purring.
"Fuck." He bucks his hips into my hand when I cup him through his jeans and squeeze.
"I want you."
"Horny little girl." He bites my lip, dragging it through his teeth. "Take my cock out then. Take what you want."
"What if I want you down my throat?"
His hand in my hair tightens, his eyes darkening.
"You want to choke on my cock?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"On your knees then," he orders, his voice a rumbling growl.
I obediently drop to my knees, eager to taste and please him. He has his mouth on me at every opportunity, eating me until I'm pleading for him to fuck me. But he rarely lets me get my mouth on him. When I do, he loses his mind. I love it so much. Nothing is sexier to me than watching him unravel above me.
He undoes his pants, his eyes on fire as he pulls his cock out.
I moan at the sight, my mouth watering.
He fists it in his hand, yanking roughly.
