Steal(Seaside Pictures Book 3)(52)

How could a man look both so beautiful and so evil at the same time?

Sinner and saint.

Savior and killer.

My heart hammered, and then his hips rolled against mine, I hissed out a curse as our bodies collided.

And then maybe it was nature, or something else I didn’t want to think about, but our bodies moved in sync like they always had, like they always would.

Will could pass for a sexier version of James Dean with that hair, with that built body. I turned so my back was to him. It was too hard to do the scene looking at him, but he didn’t seem to mind, he just tugged me against him.

My butt collided with leather.

Hard. Leather.

I prayed for forgiveness for maybe the third time in my life as I greedily arched back against him, raising my right arm to hook it around his neck as our bodies ground together.

I forgot how good it felt.

To simply… exist within the air he breathed.

To dance without thoughts of anything past that moment.

I closed my eyes.

He cursed as my hips moved. His hands gripped them tightly, fingers digging into flesh forcing me back against him. I let out a little moan as his nimble fingers started dragging my dress up my thighs, leaving marks where his hands just were.

This wasn’t the Will I used to know.

That was my first mistake.

Forgetting that when I’d last seen Will, he’d been a boy.

This Will was all man.

I felt evidence of it in the way he gripped me, owned me, unapologetically moved against me as if he manipulated the situation, took ownership of my body without even taking off my clothes.

Nope, this Will Sutherland, this man, could make a woman fall to her knees with all their clothes on.

I didn’t realize I was panting until he turned me in his arms, lifting my arms above my head, wrapping them around his neck until we were breathing the same air, until I felt his arousal pressed against me, his body stretched taut, every fiber of muscle tight as if one more movement was going to set him over the edge.

His half-lidded gaze was the only indication that he was still okay, that we weren’t seconds away from doing something like ripping off each other’s clothes on the dance floor.

The line between acting and our past demons threatened to rise up between us. Tears welled in my eyes as he pulled away only to jerk me against his chest, wrapping my leg around his hip and dipping me back, his warm lips met my neck, and then made a blazing trail down until his tongue swirled between my breasts.

Jay still hadn’t yelled cut.

I wasn’t sure if I was thankful or horrified with the way my body reacted.

Kiss. I just needed to kiss Will and then take a cold shower, right?

And hide under my bed.

In my room without a door.

So next time he walked by shirtless I’d most likely die of lust.

Sounded like a fun time.

I tried to get my head in the game.

Tried to make this a job.

Kissing Will a job.

Getting the scene done.

Job. Done.

But when my eyes opened, when I saw the way his eyes blazed at me, I knew, I was already past the point of no return.

We both were.

We both knew it.

I gripped his head with my hands, my fingers tugged at his hair, he let out a vulgar curse as his mouth crushed against mine.

I wasn’t prepared for the hunger.

The kiss the night before had been a test.

An experiment.

Half apology, half sadness.

This kiss was madness.

It was combustible chaos.

It was wild, confusing, frenzied, I opened my mouth as his tongue plunged past every physical barrier I should have put up.

His kiss wasn’t the same as it had always been.

Years ago our kisses had been romantic, lustful, aggressive.

This kiss possessed.

And marked me as his to anyone watching.

I had no choice but to fight back.

I wanted to fight back to protect myself.

He didn’t let me.

He kissed deeper, harder, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, and then he retreated just enough for me to suck in some of the air he provided, before he tried another angle, and made love to me with his mouth.

“Cut!” Jay yelled.

NO! I wanted to scream back.

I pretended not to hear him, pressed my body tighter against Will’s, he let out a guttural groan and finally broke away from me.

Chest heaving.

A sheen of sweat running down his half-naked torso.

The music stopped.

Talking buzzed around us.

Jay approached, hid his smirk behind a clipboard, and then pretended not to notice how impossibly turned on we both probably looked before he yawned and then said, “So, that was nice.”

“Nice?” I gasped, my voice hoarse, body pulsing with need to have Will’s hands all over me again.

And then they were.

But they were holding me back from lunging at Jay.

Which just seemed to amuse our lovely director even more.

“Take the rest of the afternoon, we’re going to re-shoot some scenes with Linc and Pris.” His suggestive chuckle made me want to drown him in the ocean. “Oh, and I don’t think we’ll need to re-do that scene, considering one of the PAs ended up closing her eyes halfway through — very strong Catholic family, she’s an intern, only sixteen, I think your little R rated show made her… either extremely uncomfortable or pregnant.” His chuckle became a full-out laugh. “Either way… good job.”