I slide off him and fall into the cradle of his shoulder, resting my head against his pounding heart. His fingers trace up my arm, pebbling goosebumps in his wake. Before I have a chance to overthink, to catch my breath, my hand flattens against his chest descending lower and lower until he shifts. Towering over me, his eyes scan my face. Through hooded eyes, I return his stare. His hair mussed from my fingers.
He takes my lips in a kiss that burns through the night.
Chapter 18
ANYA
I open my eyes to a strange buzzing. Reaching my arm out to my bedside table, I’m met with soft flesh under my palm.
I jerk my head up. There underneath my outstretched fingers is Danny Covington. My wayward hand is resting by his nipple and —oh my god, I licked that,I realize with mounting horror.
Flashes of the night before flood my head. My mouth on his lips, my mouth on his sculpted chest,hismouth everywhere.
Realizing my hand is still resting on his chest, I swiftly yank it back but before I can, Danny catches it. He brings our joined hands to his and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I finally allow myself to look at him and he shoots me a lazy grin.
I almost —almost— melt at that burning look in his blue eyes but the buzzing starts again.
“Shit,” I curse, flailing out of bed, the bed sheets wrapping around me as I search for my phone. I yank the bed sheet tighter around myself and start rummaging through the pillows scattered across the floor. “Jesus, are we in a H&M home?” I curse under my breath.
I hear a chuckle from the bed but refuse to acknowledge him. Finally under a wayward sock, I find my phone and answer with fumbling fingers.
“Hello,” I gasp into the receiver.
“Anya,” Sarah says sharply. “Where is Danny? He’s needed on set like, yesterday.” Quickly checking the time on my phone, I swear silently and bring the phone back to my ear.
“Uhm,” I say, turning to face said man laid across the bed like a naked Adonis, smirking and stroking his rapidly growing cock.
Heat rises to my cheeks as I battle my increasing panic and that infuriating streak of arousal. “I’m outside his room now, trying to wake him up.”
I pull the phone away from my ear as Sarah drones on about call times and grace periods.
Danny strokes his impressively large erection and my face burns red hot. My eyes snap back to his face where he sports an annoying smirk, noticing where my attention has lingered.
Heart racing, I tune back into Sarah’s diatribe. “Everyone is getting antsy, Anya. We can’t start the day without him.”
I grab a pillow off the floor and throw it at Danny, knocking his hand away from his cock. He laughs, the smug prick.
“I hear you, reception is on their way up now with the spare key. We’ll be there in half an hour.”
I click my fingers at Danny and furiously gesture at him to get out of bed. Smirking, Danny rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom in all his naked glory, but not before pressing a quick peck to the top of my head as he passes.
Wait, what?
“He better be in this makeup chair in thirty minutes, Anya.” Sarah snaps, before hanging up.
I throw the phone onto the bed and run my fingers through my hair, taking a deep breath.
I slept with Danny Covington last night.TheDanny Covington. Famous heartthrob and troublemaker, the star of my first big break Danny Covington. MybossDanny Covington.
As I hear the water running, I try extra hard to regret last night but…I can’t. I knew exactly what I was doing, and so did he. We were scratching an itch, getting it out of our systems. Getting it out of our systems multiple times. Now we can just move on with our lives like reasonable adults.
Determined, I locate my dress and yank it on.
Danny returns to the bedroom in a cloud of fog. Thankfully, dressed. He leans against the door and watches as I pull my trainers on.
Refusing to look at him I say, “Good, you’re ready. I haven’t got time to go home and change but no one saw me yesterday so it should be fine.”
Danny nods seriously and then says, “What are you going to do about that hickey?”
