Out of the corner of my eye, I scan the trailer.
We’re alone.
“What did you think I was doing in here?”
He looks the same as he did when I left him, dark t-shirt perfectly sculpted to his chest and a heated look in his eye. I cross my arms across my chest. “Just wanted to give you your privacy.”
“That’s a first.”
I huff, hands falling to my sides.
“My sister dropped by an hour ago.”
I blink. “Your sister?”
“Flying visit before meeting friends in the Marais.” His smile is cocky. “Did you think I had someone in here, freckles?”
Refusing to meet his gaze, I step back. He follows me moving into my space until my back is against the counter.
“Did you think I had a woman in here?” His hands rest on the counter, caging me in. His proximity makes me instantly woozy, and my legs start to wobble. His piercing eyes drop to my mouth.
“You did have a woman in here,” I protest, weakly. His proximity is overwhelming. If he tilts forward just slightly we’ll be kissing.
“Freckles.”
I swallow. “You need to be in makeup.”
“Not yet.” He tilts his head forward slightly until his forehead rests against mine. I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to. My heart is beating so loud I’m sure he can hear it. “Come on baby, tell me. Tell me what you think I was doing in this trailer.”
Tingles erupt across my body as his breath fans my cheek.
“I thought—” I break off, my mouth dry. Curse him for doing this to me.
“Did you think I was fucking someone else? While you were on the other side of the door torturing yourself with the thought?”
He presses closer to my body, my breasts brushing against his chest with every haggard breath I inhale. As he presses closer, words and anger escape me in a breath that brushes against his cheeks. All that is left is the feel of him pressed against me and the sound of my thumping heart.
“There’s only one woman I want.” This is torture. He tilts my chin with his fingers, dragging my eyes to him. My eyelids feel heavy and arousal takes control of my body, as easy as breathing. “You want that too, don’t you baby?”
His lips ever so slightly brush mine. I hear a whimper and with a jolt realize it came from me.
His lips pull away, and my head feels like it’s attached to a magnet as I chase him in his retreat. I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me. Suspended in the moment, all I can think about it the feel of his lips on mine. Anticipation thrums in my chest.
Ignoring the small voice in the back of my head that’s telling me this is a terrible idea, I capture his lips with mine.
Pulling back, lips tingling, I finally look in his eyes. And then we explode.
He crushes into me. My hands raise to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. His arms tighten around my waist before he effortlessly lifts me onto the counter.
His weight between my spread legs makes me moan as I feel his hardness rightthere.
He grinds into me, biting my bottom lip before his fingers come to my chin, clasping it tightly and forcing me to look up at him. His thumb pulls at my bottom lip, opening my mouth wider.
“You’ve been ignoring me.” His eyes are glued to my plump lip under his fingertip. “Tell me you feel this Anya.” He rubs his nose against mine. “Tell me you want this as much as I do. Tell me this distance has been driving you crazy.”
I can’t remember how to speak. I whimper as his other hand spreads up my leg, moving to the juncture between my thighs. His fingers tease the seam of my jeans and my eyes flutter closed.
“Tell me baby, and I’ll give you what you want.”
