Steal(Seaside Pictures Book 3)(58)

Beautiful.

Just.

I felt the tears again.

Maybe that’s how he did it, how he owned hearts all over the world, because he looked at me like I was his world.

“I don’t deserve to be looked at that way,” I said sadly. “Maybe one day, but not right now.”

“And who’s to decide what you do and don’t deserve?” He tilted his head. His hair was mussed all over the place, I wanted to drag my fingers through it over and over again, feel the golden texture slide through my hands while I pulled his head down to mine in greedy kiss after greedy kiss.

He moved to a sitting position and pulled me into his arms. I clung to him like my lifeline.

“I’m afraid,” I admitted. “I’m so afraid of walking out that door.”

“Don’t be.” He cupped the sides of my face and pressed a kiss to my nose. “It’s just us, all right? Besides, I think the only scene we’re shooting today has to do with me silently brooding over you talking to another guy. What could possibly go wrong?”

“You speak?” I teased.

He pounced, pressing me against the mattress with his heavy body and then his hands found my breasts again, his mouth slid over my ear. “We have time.”

“Time?” I laughed.

“Time.” He winked and then he was dragging me out of bed and into the shower.

We stumbled into it together, hands on each other’s bodies, kissing every free space that wasn’t covered.

“You know,” I grabbed the soap and started running it over his muscled chest, laughing softly when his eyes narrowed. “I think you’re the best agent I’ve ever had.”

“Someone’s got a sense of humor in the morning.” Will smirked, “I better be the best damn agent you’ve ever had, emphasis on the ever.”

I grinned and stood up on my tiptoes. “The best. I promise.”

“Good.” He relaxed and then pushed me toward the wall and assaulted my mouth. My body wasn’t built or ready for the way he attacked with every weapon he had in his arsenal, his words, his mouth, his tongue, he knew every weakness I had and used them against me, until I was a panting sweaty mess begging for more.

I should hate the powerlessness I felt at his touch, at the way time slowed around us as water pounded against our bodies and he slid into me again, roughly slamming my cheek against the cold tile until I gasped at the contact of the heat of him at my back and the ice of the tile against my breasts.

“Don’t stop,” I cried. “Please.”

“Never,” he rasped. “Never again.”

I crumpled into his arms and prayed that the day would end the way it started, with Will looking at me like everything was going to be okay.



Technically we were almost late but only because Will had to grab his phone from Zane.

He refused to look at it.

I didn’t ask him why.

Nor did I ask why Zane had seemed so concerned last night.

Instead, I shut the world out and focused on the cup of coffee in my hand and the warmth of Will’s kiss fading from my lips.

A swarm of reporters surrounded the beach.

More than usual.

At least ten times more.

I frowned and tried sinking back into my seat.

Will reached for my hand and squeezed. “It’s nothing you’ve never faced before, Ang, only this time we do it together.”

“You’re my agent,” A sense of dread washed over me . “People are going to talk aren’t they?”

“People can go to Hell.” He curled his lips in disgust and gave his head a shake. “Trust me, this will be old news by tomorrow.”

“Promise me that we can be shut-ins tonight?”

His eyes swept over me with such a hungry gaze I felt hot all over. “Do you think I’d want it any other way?”

“I hope not.”

“Not. It’s not.” He scrutinized me a minute longer as if looking for any weakness he needed to put armor around, as if waiting for me to break so he could figure out how to shield me from the ugly. “It’s going to be fine, all right?”

He was so authoritative now.

Wise.

Trusting.

I trusted him.

I gave him a shaky nod and opened my car door just as Will took a quick look at his cell phone and paled.

It was bad timing.

The press hounding us.

Will looking down.

Me looking lost.

He quickly flashed me a worried smile, then grabbed my hand, kissed it, and helped me wade through the crowds.

I might have covered my ears.

I might have tuned them all out.

I might have been on the verge of tears for no reason.

I wanted him to myself.

I wanted us to ourselves.

Why the hell had I taken this job?

Right. Comeback. To prove something.