Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

“When you’re through ogling, would you mind telling me if you’re okay? Did I hit you?” She waved her small hand in the air, breaking the trance. She crossed her arms then tightened her satin robe around her chest, stepping slowly down the stairs, stopping in front of him, her eyes fixed on his.

A whiff of her perfume flitted into his flaring nostrils, and his eyes drooped, the fresh floral scent swirling through his nose.

His mind quickly caught up to her words, and he nodded. He should have looked away, been polite, said anything, yet all he could do was stare, completely entranced. She stood so close to him, a whisper away, and he could see her eyes were not simply dark green. They were tinged with gold and brown specks. Her nose was small, but defined. Sure, he knew she was stunning, but nothing had prepared him for her. She was utterly sublime, a wet dream come true before his eyes.

His eyes were focused on her lips, pursed into a tight line. He wanted to taste those full, sweet, pink lips. Both. On her stunning face and presumably lush and suitably wet slit. He wanted her. He inhaled then clenched his jaw, and the air rocked down his chest, into his belly, settling on his cock. It hardened in place.

Her head was tilted, her narrowed eyes watching him, beginning on his face and traveling down the length of his body. For a second too long, it settled on the mug in his hand and—

Fuck, he was hard. He blinked out of his daze and quickly lowered the empty coffee mug with both hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re in pain?” Her voice seemed to be muffled, as if she was speaking under water.

He was almost panting, willing himself to listen to her. Was she asking if he was okay? His cock seemed to throb harder, and he battled to come up with a reply.

“I’m okay. I was just coming over to—”
Fuck you, I want to fuck you
. He swallowed, admonishing his mind back to the moment. He was a grown man. He had to control himself, had to conceal the effect she had on him. He needed to feel her out, get to know her, for her to know him. But looking at her now, he knew she was not going to make it easy. He wanted her now.

She turned around and walked toward the remains of her cracked phone. With her back to him, she held one hand behind her thighs, smoothing the silk robe, then stooped to pick it up. Although she tried to cover herself, the robe was too short, and her motion gave him a flash of her black, sheer panties.

He gulped. It took every ounce of willpower not to go over, move her panties aside, and thrust his rock-hard cock into her pussy. Oh fuck, this was insane. This was not part of the plan. Perhaps Maggie was right. He had spent one too many nights horny and lonely. But this was crazy. He hadn’t expected to feel this. He glanced away, scanning the area around the trailer instead. Fortunately, no one had seen anything. He sure didn’t need an audience. He had to maintain his focus, which normally came naturally, if this was going to work.

She stood upright then turned toward him. Her slender hands cradled the broken phone while she looked at it, her face the picture of regret. She sighed deeply then looked up, catching his gaze.

The motion seemed to be slowed at a million frames per second. “Look, is there something you need? My shoot starts in the next—” Her eyes widened with realization.“Shit, wait, you must be Cole, right? I’m so sorry, where are my manners? I’m having the crappiest morning. Please come in. I’m Gia by the way.” She smiled and extended her hand out to him.

She stood inches away from him. Her crown reached his chest, and he had to lower his head to look at her.

He could get lost in those eyes. Eyes beckoning him, they could set countries to war. “Fuck me” eyes.

He cleared his throat and took her hand, the small mound almost disappearing in his. It was soft and delicate. The current exited her fingertips and shot straight through to his dick. He registered the velvety shock but kept his hand firm before gently extracting it.

She frowned then walked up the steps. When she reached the top, she stopped and turned toward him. “You coming?”

I sure hope so.
He smiled and nodded. So she thought he was Cole? Should he play along or come clean? His cock screamed for him to play along, drowning out any rational thought. He slowly moved to follow her.

She threw him one last bemused smile, before turning, her ebony hair flipping behind her while she walked through the door.

Liam crossed the threshold of the trailer, and he studied the small confines. It was tiny by A-list trailer standards. With only a couch, white wooden table, and single bed. An assortment of pink scatter cushions was placed on the bed, only the white sheet beneath breaking the color assault. It really wasn’t much. Nothing like the larger, more heavy-duty trailers they used on location shoots. He was surprised she hadn’t requested a larger one. He made a mental note to upgrade her to something more fitting.

Gia was seated on the hot pink leather two-seater, one tanned leg tucked underneath the other. She fanned herself with the film script with one hand and then tossed her hair over her shoulder with the other.

Liam stood at the entrance, watching her. He silently cursed the silky robe, which unfortunately covered most of her body. He sighed, willing it to move just an inch to the side and he would have a view of—

“Okay, Cole, let’s go. It’s a pity you couldn’t make the table reads. This is your first role, right? We don’t have much time. I’ll take you through the basics. Tony’s great, so he’ll tell you exactly what to do. The scene is a quick one.” She leaned into him, studying his face. Her full, pink lips curved into a slow and unintentionally too sexy smile.

Liam couldn’t help staring at the seductive curve at the top of her lip then up toward her eyes. He found himself taking labored steps toward the couch, each step heavier until he was standing inches away from her, his coffee mug covering his still hard dick. Maybe this wasn’t such a bright idea, maybe—shit, he couldn’t think straight when she did that, oh God—

Her hand was running through her hair and her eyes half closed. It wasn’t a seductive move, more casual. She widened her eyes and then frowned as she watched him.

To Liam, she might well have raked her hair over his bursting cock. He could feel the blood rush there again, and it throbbed incessantly, pleading for release. He wanted to rush over and take her right there on the hot pink couch. Instead, he remained rigid, his face frozen into the pretense of controlled calm.

Her lips curved into a delicious smile, and her eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement. “You’re much hotter than they said. I don’t see the Brad Pitt resemblance though. Okay, sit down.” She patted the spot next to her.

Though he was still half dazed and zoned out, he swallowed and inhaled, willing his body to behave. He edged forward and sat down, placing himself at the far end of the two-seater. As much as he wanted to be much closer, he knew it would only add to the pressure building up in every cell in his body. He stole a glance at her robe, crossed neatly across her body, and again, secretly hoped it would part.

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and a light dimple indented her rounded cheek. “Okay, let’s start from the top. You ready?”

He blinked. What the hell was she talking about? “Ready for?” His voice was husky and he cleared his throat.

“The scene, page fourteen. You studied your lines, right?” Her eyes widened in friendly warning.

He looked down at the script in her hands. “Oh yeah, sure.”

“Sure doesn’t sound like a yes to me. Well, lucky for you, it’s short. Here, take mine, from the top.” She handed him the script already folded open to the scene.

Liam looked down at the script. A light gray watermark was spread across the page with her initials. His idea, to prevent script leaks.

The scene was clearly a short one, half a page with minimal dialogue. He flinched when he got to the bottom and read the words. A kissing scene. Now this would be interesting. To hell with control and sticking to the plan, rationale was proving difficult when she was so close. He had not bargained for the intense effect she would have on him. She was just an excruciatingly hot woman. That was all he expected. Yet every cell in his body seemed to gravitate toward her. He wanted to feel her, lose himself in her, know her thoughts, her desires. Yes, the plan was to tread on the side of caution, but fuck it, he could not wait that long. Aidan would understand. She might hate him when she found out, but right now he wanted her mouth on his, even if it was an act. He needed to feel the touch of her lips, taste her, devour her. He wanted to do so much more, but right now he’d settle for a tongue-fucking.

“Okay, so the gist of the scene. I’m breaking up with you, but you don’t want me to go. We kiss, she regrets it and runs out. Okay? Let’s go.” Gia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, before parting her mouth and exhaling.

Her breasts rose and fell with each movement. She looked ravishing. He pictured her face beneath him, her eyes closed, while he fucked her and she moaned. Oh God, his cock was even harder. He glanced away and tried to think of anything else. But he couldn’t. All he could think about was drowning himself in the depths of her body, her mind, her everything.

“Michael, I can’t do this anymore. It’s over. I have to let you go.”

Who’s Michael?
He glanced down at the script. Right, the character. Focus.

She was looking at him, her long, dark lashes blinking, waiting for a response.

He scanned the page and found his line. “Do I just read what it says?” She probably thought he was an idiot. As much as he was a major part of the movie-making industry, he was more a suit, as they called him. But right now he could barely breathe, let alone think.

She laughed. A soft, seductive and musical laugh.

He frowned, bemused. Her voice was sweet and honey-coated.

“I’m sorry. I forget you’re new to this. For now, just read it, but when we’re shooting you have to feel it. You are Michael, got it?”

He nodded and looked down at the script again to find his line. “Okay.” He cleared his throat and quickly scanned the lines. He stilled his face and tried to emit some semblance of the emotion the line required. When he looked up again, into Gia’s eyes, he found his inspiration. “Let me go? I’ve waited so long to find you, and now that I have, I can’t let you go. Ask me to stop breathing, ask me to deny everything I am, everything I know. But let you go, I won’t. Don’t do this, Chloe.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she frowned before cupping his face in her hands. She leaned closer, her lips a heartbeat away from his. “Oh, Michael, I have to. Don’t you understand? I don’t deserve you. If you knew the things I’ve done, loathsome things—”

Fuck she was so close, so close. He glanced down at the script then up, meeting her stare. Her scorching hands were burning through his shirt into his skin. He wanted to grab them and shove them over his throbbing cock. He saw the expectancy in her eyes, forgot the next line, then quickly turned back to the script. “I don’t care. We belong together. I know about Riley and it doesn’t matter. You are my heart, my all. I can’t live this life without you. You are my reason.” His voice was hoarse, and he swallowed in an effort to clear it.

Her full lips curved at the corners, and her eyes gleamed with misplaced pride. “That was great. You’re a natural. Your lovelorn, pained look suits the role. Use it when we shoot the scene. Okay, then you pull me close to you.”

He was rigid, every part of him rigid with her body heat so close. The fragrance of sweetened mint escaped the curve of her lips. Should he tell her or just go with it. His cock said
go with it
, and he obeyed, wanting to taste those soft lips on his. God she was stunning, breathtaking.

He leaned in and placed both his hands on the smooth skin of her arms, just beneath the silky material of her robe. With his eyes closed, he pulled her closer to him then moved his mouth down to hers. Suddenly he jerked, feeling his body pushed backward, and his eyes flew open.

Gia was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips and her eyes wide, blinking in fast succession. “What the fuck are you doing?”