Savage Unapologetic(45)

When I didn't think I could handle another second of his sweet torture, Juan situated between my thighs and pretended to have hard, rough, raunchy sex with me. Even though his aroused member was socked and covered, it didn't stop it from randomly brushing against my sensitized clitoris. And each time it did, the impact was beyond arousing, resulting in my pussy becoming drenched. I let out a guttural moan while my body quivered from the friction, my nipples rubbing against his pectoral muscles  …

The charged scene took about an hour to finish. Then I immediately excused myself. Quite shaken, I was troubled by my reactions. I hadn't been faking it. It had been real. As real as it could get for me. 

Disconcerted and feeling all sorts of emotions ranging from diabolical to guilt, I shut myself in my trailer before I haphazardly changed into my clothes. I didn't want to run into Juan.

Seven scenes. One down. Six more to go.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

If I could barely get through with one almost orgasm on screen, how the hell would I handle six more? The answer, I didn't want to ponder.

It took me less than ten minutes before I emerged from the trailer. I was too distraught to notice that someone was standing a few feet away, biding for the right moment to violate my thoughts.

"You look mad," Juan quietly observed me. He didn't move from his spot, as though he feared I was going to lash out on him or something along those lines.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew I had been just as aroused as he had. He had also seen my horrified expression after the scene ended and I ran out of there as if Satan himself was chasing after me.

From where we stood, we could see the crew going in and out of the house. We were far enough not to be heard.

Sheen of sweat coated my forehead as I stared at him, deadpan. "It's a first for me, so I didn't know what to expect, and clearly, I didn't expect that."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's normal. I'd start to worry if it didn't affect you." A corner of his upper lip lifted as if he tried not to smile.

I glared at him. Hard. "This isn't funny." This wasn't the time to make a mockery of things, most especially when it entailed my sanity and the state of my relationship with River. How could I fathom telling him the truth? He would be too offended that he mightn't ever ask, but still  …  I'd know.

"And I'm not laughing, Cara. You'll get used to it. Trust me; after the second, third, fourth, we'd probably laugh this off." His expression suggested otherwise.

Even from a distance, I could feel those eyes on me like an x-ray. They seared me from within, as if he was still gazing at my bare flesh, feasting on me. Nothing could be hidden from those dark depths, and I thought this was intentional. He was making me hyperaware of him.

A pang clutched around my heart, a sensation that momentarily gripped me as my mind did a hasty rundown of possible scenarios this could lead to, none of them good.

The only way I could avoid this was to run the other way, just as it should be.

Soft wind blew past us, sending goose bumps around my arms even though the summer heat still lingered. Glancing at his determined face, I waited to steady my breath before I addressed him with cool detachment.

"Have a good night, Juan. I'll see you tomorrow." I began to walk away without looking at him, and just when I went past his stoic form, he bid me goodnight.

"Buenas noches, cariña."

Sweetheart. His use of endearment made things worse. It was as if he was telling me that I was somewhat his.

Tomorrow was another day. Another sex scene.

Though I trusted my heart, my body, on the other hand, after today's aftermath, not so much.

God help me slay the demons that were closing in on me  …  fast.





Chapter Fourteen



What did I really expect after that madness? Some renewed enlightenment or a body transformation, perhaps? No, I think not.

It was one thing to envision it, but another to experience it. Had I fathomed how visceral the interaction could get, I might've taken a moment to consider the consequences of partaking in such a raw film.

Endure became my mantra.



       
         
       
        

When the two more scenes rolled out in the next two weeks, my body's treacherous responses remained the same-lurid and lascivious. At times, it became unbearable to control.

The only consolation was how Juan didn't mind as much, since he, too, walked away with a burgeoning hard-on after each session. I sincerely thought there wouldn't be any jokes anytime soon-his little pun was null and void. Not with how things were unfolding. The onscreen chemistry was off the charts. It simmered off-screen, too, slowly seizing us.