Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(70)

“I have leg cramp,” I gasped. “I don’t know if I can make it up.” I clutched the railing.

“Hold on to me.” Having no choice, I wrapped my other arm around his broad shoulder. He was all glistening skin and powerful muscles. Clinging to him, I took a step but almost crumpled to the ground on a loud groan. The pain was agonizing. I took another step with my good leg and then tried hopping up the next step. Forget it. The step was too steep, and I didn’t have the muscle-power to get up it. I fought back tears as insensitive pedestrians, determined to get in their workout, brushed past me and told me to get out of the way.

“This isn’t working,” growled Blake. In a heartbeat, he scooped me up in his sculpted arms and threw me over a broad shoulder. There was a new spectacular view—his gorgeous, tight ass.

Gripping the area just below my buttocks, he bounded up the stairs effortlessly. My breasts pressed against his rippled back, and beneath the damp fabric of my tee, I could feel my tender nipples peek. A trail of tingles traveled down my spine and spooled between my legs. When we got to the top, he carried me across the street where there was a sidewalk and no crowd. He gently set me down on the warm cement.

Squatting beside me, he asked, “Which leg?” His eyes burnt into mine.

I grimaced. “The right one.” Keeping my good leg bent, I stretched it out.

Wordlessly, he began massaging my calf. As he kneaded my flesh, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh of relief. The firmness of his soft, manly hands felt divine.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Sooo good,” I responded, my voice breathy.

“Do you want me to go deeper?”

“Oh yes!” Yes, yes, yes.

He readily obliged, digging his deft fingers deeper into my muscles, and then worked both hands up my thigh to the edge of my running shorts.

He was dangerously close to my sex. I was drenched and heated as it was from the steps workout, but as he stroked the tender, damp flesh of my inner thigh, the area between them grew hotter and wetter. I was practically on fire.

“How does that feel?” His voice was soft and sultry.

My eyes blinked open. I caught his smoldering eyes in mine. I couldn’t get my mouth to move.

A smile curled on his lips. “Well, I hope it feels as good for you as it does for me.”

His words swirled around in my head and then they hit me like a tidal wave. My eyes jumped to the crotch of his shorts. Holy shit! He’d gotten aroused. My heart galloped at the sight of the bulge, knowing from last night what was beneath.

“I think I’m okay now,” I sputtered. That was so far from the truth. I was a hot, sweaty bundle of nerves.

He helped me up. “Let’s see if you can walk.”

I took a few steps forward and then turned back. My calf no longer throbbed, but the throbbing between my legs was so intense I couldn’t walk straight.

“Does your leg still hurt?” asked Blake, his eyes riveted on me.

“Nope. I’m good to go.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’re walking a little funny.”

“Really, I’m fine. Just a little stiff.”

He smiled wryly. “I’m a little stiff too.”

A breath hitched in my throat. I gulped it down and kept my eyes on his face.

He held my gaze in his. “I always get breakfast at this great place on the beach after doing the steps. Come with me. We’ll make it a business meal.”

I needed to get away from him. ASAP. “Sorry, I can’t. I’m with someone.”

His brows furrowed—that special way they did whenever he heard words he didn’t want to hear. “Oh, your fiancé?”

I nervously shook my head. “No, he’s at work. Saturday is one of his busiest days. A girlfriend.”

His frown morphed quickly into that dazzling, dimpled smile. “Text her and tell her you’ll see her later. I’ll drive you home.”

My eyes met his in a standoff.

“Just. Do. It.”

I pulled out my cell phone from my shorts pocket.

Five minutes later, I was cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway in Blake’s convertible, soaking in the magnificent view of the ocean and one equally magnificent profile. Not once did my eyes look down.




Back on the Beach was the perfect name for the restaurant Blake took me to. Located adjacent to the popular Annenberg Community Beach House pool that was now closed for the winter, the restaurant literally sat on the sand and enjoyed unobstructed views of the white-crested waves. We had a choice of eating indoors or outside, but there was no decision to make. With the perfect summer-like weather, we opted for a table outdoors. The place was crowded, filled with both couples and families. Close to the seating area, was a small playground where children could play. A cheerful, tanned waiter, who looked like he could be a surfer, came by with coffee and then asked for our order.


Ravenous, I ordered a mushroom and cheese omelet while Blake ordered huevos rancheros. It was a hearty breakfast that included three eggs, salsa, and beans—so different from the flaxseed protein shakes that Bradley always ordered. Blake consumed his food with gusto. My eyes trained on the way his mountainous biceps flexed when he lifted his fork to his mouth, and his lush lips sensuously wrapped around his Mexican-styled eggs. God, he was gorgeous!