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“You’re turned on.” He surveys me and catches the shiver I’m unable to disguise.

Body flushing, I close my eyes and nod.

“But you won’t kiss me?” That has him more distraught than I am. He shakes his head in frustration. “I’ll be honest. I’ve never been in this position.”

“That makes two of us.”

“I don’t like it.” He takes another aggressive step toward me, and I shy away from his touch.

“Lucas, you just had another woman’s nipple in your mouth, so, no, I don’t want to kiss you just yet. I mean, I do, but should I?”

The timbre of his voice skates over my heated skin. “Four days I’ve been thinking about your lips, about touching you,” he whispers as his eyes trail slowly down my body. “I wanted to call, but we’ve been clocking seventeen-hour days since filming started and they blurred. I should have texted.”

I shrug. “It’s fine.”

“Stop lying, where the hell is that refreshing honesty I love so much?” His eyes blaze another path over me and static sparks off between us.

I’m molten, the wine batting away any moral dilemma. I can’t stop replaying his movements, the sight of his bare ass. I’m sick with need, and I make a decision to toss delicate and demure over my shoulder because my body is screaming for relief.

Maybe I’m not cut out for this, and we probably won’t last anyway.

Seize the moment, Mila. It’s been eight months!

Resigned, I move toward him placing my hands on his chest. He tenses beneath my palms as I make my proposition. “I won’t kiss you,” I whisper thickly, “but I will take the only part of you that hasn’t touched her.”

Sliding my hand down his chest and past the cut edges of his stomach, I cup his cock and find he’s already hard, for me.

He pauses, his eyes flaring. He’s stunned. Good, because I’m equally as shocked that I said it.

He watches as I slowly unfasten the buttons of his jeans and take him heavy in my hand. His cock jerks in my palm. Glancing down, I encase him, my fingers unable to touch due to his sizable girth before I hear his breath escape in a hiss. Pumping him once, my eyes flit back to his in challenge. “Tonight, this belongs to only me.”

We’re at the tipping point, and when he licks his lips, my only thought is…Checkmate. He moves in to claim me, and I shake my head.

“No touching.”

“You aren’t serious.”

“Oh, I am,” I assure him with a lusty edge to my voice. “You touch, we stop.”

His eyes hood. “Fuck, Mila.”

His reaction to my touch spurs me on as I shamelessly stroke him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says, pushing his jeans down before he begins to toe off his boots. “But you can trust I’m good. I take this seriously.”

“We’re going to have to trust each other,” I whisper as I push him to sit at the breakfast bench in front of a small table. He leans back, as I pull off my T-shirt and unhook my bra.

His thick cock is pointing north and beads at the tip as I discard my bra and hear a groan coming from his lips while I unveil myself. Taking my time, I strip bare. Naked and unashamed, whether it be from wine or want, I’m in this. His eyes take in my every curve, and his knuckles whiten with the grip he has on the padding at the edge of the seat.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, gripping himself in his hand and pumping slowly as he sucks in his full lower lip.

“Hands off, Lucas,” I order. He groans and releases himself.

Fully naked, I straddle his thighs and take him in my hand between us, resuming my tease. Teeth gnashing, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, I see an evergreen forest full of fire. Sliding my thumb over his thick tip, I play with the growing wetness covering the head of him, loving the feel of the silky skin. I hold his gaze and soak it in. In my fantasies I’d never staked my claim on him, it was just the opposite. My appreciation for the unpredictable grows in abundance because I love this story already no matter the length of it, and it had only just begun. He moves to touch me, and I shake my head. “I was helpless watching you touch her, now it’s your turn.”

“Mila,” he grits out in warning while balling his hands into fists at his sides. “I need to touch you.”

“No.” I lift myself to hover above him and then slowly sink onto his stone cock, taking him in greedily, inch by inch while watching his lids lower further as lust-filled eyes penetrate mine. I’ve never been so in control, and at the same time, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing it any second, my body buzzing at his intrusion as I attempt to take him into me. There is no sound other than the humming motor of the fridge and our mingled, fast breaths. I’m too small for his size. Lucas grunts at the stretch, gently thrusting his hips and bites his lip so hard, it leaves a mark when he lets it go. Chest heaving, his eyes stay fixed on my sex as chorded muscles flex in his neck. When I’m unable to sink further, he goes to speak, and I silence him by sliding my tongue across his bottom lip. Lifting from him, I soak my palm with my tongue and wrap it around him, and he jerks his hips.

“Jesus Christ.”

Back on his thighs, I spread myself out resting my feet on the cushions next to him, and he watches as I ready myself, gathering my wetness and sliding it around my opening. Every part of this is filthy, and I revel in it.