The Movie Star's Red Hot Holiday Fling(16)

He groaned. “God, you’re incredible.”

And in this moment, she wanted to believe him.

…

Blake pushed Jessie’s dress over her hips, raking his fingers across her breasts, feeling her answering shiver as they pebbled.

Lust slammed into his groin. “I want you.” And with an intensity that shocked him.

Jessie moved her hips against his pelvis. “Blake, please.” She arched her back, giving him easier access to her exposed breasts.

His erection strained for release as he moved his mouth lower, licking his way to her tight, rosy nipples and drew one in.

She gasped, scraped her nails against his back. “Oh God. God. Blake.”

Still kissing her breast, savoring the sweet taste of her skin, he pushed the dress over her hips, hooked the thin strap of her panties, and tore them away.

Jessie’s pupils dilated and pink flushed her high cheekbones. Her chest rose and fell. He heard the sound of her heart thundering in tandem with his. He stroked her honeyed arousal across her taut bundle of nerves.

He parted her folds and dipped his finger inside. Liquid satin and velvet clenched around him. “So ready. Tell me, Jessie. Do you want me?”

Her hips hitched, edging closer to him. “Yes,” she cried.

With self-control he didn’t think he possessed, Blake grabbed a condom from his pocket as she fumbled for his zipper, reaching inside to stroke his erection.

“You’re driving me insane,” Blake said.

He tore the foil and sheathed himself, then lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her mouth fused to him, locking them in a fierce kiss.

She tasted like sin. Bold and strong and delicious.

Blake slid into her welcoming warmth. Her legs tightened around his waist, and he heard a catch in her breath. He wrenched his mouth from Jessie’s. “You okay?” His voice caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat.

Her smoky eyes darkened. “Better than okay,” she said. “You?”

“Stellar,” he said. “You feel incredible.” And so incredibly tight.

“So do you.” Her lips curved seductively as she wiggled to give him greater access. “Really amazing.”

He hitched her higher, drove deep inside her. The aroma of her perfume melded with the musky scent of her sex. He held her pinned to the wall, felt her stretch to accommodate him. All reason raced out of his brain. There was only the sound of her erotic cries as he moved faster, the satin, slick feel of her sex drawing him deeper, bringing him home.

Blake held her rounded, perfect bottom, increasing his rhythm. Her waves of pleasure intensified with each thrust. Murmuring erotic promises, his breathing ragged, he plunged into her over and over until she shattered, and then he followed her over the edge.

…

Later, after they’d finished their champagne and had engaged in another marathon session of lovemaking, Jessie curled into Blake’s body and slept. When she awakened, she allowed herself the luxury of gazing at him while he slumbered.

The early morning sunrays illuminated his amazing sculpted muscles, and a hint of light caressed his gorgeous features. His eyelashes swept the planes of his cheekbones and not a single line marred the perfection of his brow.

Here was a man, a glorious and beautiful male, who commanded a movie empire as its star, but in sleep she could see beyond the gild he used to guard his emotions.

He wasn’t just a Hollywood icon. Not to her. He was so much more. Oh, how she longed to draw out this time, stretch it through eternity, if only to keep this man in her life. But that was the stuff fairy tales were made of, and Jessie was a realist.

She snuggled closer and he wrapped his arms around her. Jessie ghosted her fingers across his face, kissed his lips, and he stirred.

Opening his eyes, he said, “Hey there.”

“Hey there yourself.” She skimmed the length of his broad back, glorying in the steel underlying his satin skin. “You want to order room service?”

“Taken care of. Should be here in thirty minutes.”

“You’re almost as much of a control freak as Maisey,” she teased. “Or are you making sure you don’t miss a meal?”

“We learned to politely accept what was given to us,” he admitted. “And we like order in our world. Nothing wrong with that.”

His brow furrowed and she caressed the lines. One thing she’d noted about Blake was he never said no to food. “Nope, nothing’s wrong with that.” There was a little boy in this hulk of a man who called to her. And after everything he’d done and the magical evening they’d shared, she wanted to know more. “Woodall’s the same way. Said the day he walked into the recruiting office, he got out of a life filled with chaos. I’m guessing that’s what happened to you and Maisey after your folks were killed. How did you ever get over losing them?”