The Scene Stealer: A Hollywood Romance

“Devyn?” a melodic voice calls out in worry and I lift my head, my neck aching as a testament to how long I’ve sat out here in the hall. “You know the last time I found someone in the hallway it was my uncle covered in vomit.”

“No, vomit here.”

“I can see that. And like you, he took a conversation about using alcohol as a crutch and did something about it.” Larsen crouches down to my level. Her large brown eyes take everything in, all of my secrets, all of my hatred. Sweeping her hand through the strands of my hair hanging in front of my face, I revel in her touch.

“Want to come inside?” she asks, never lifting from her squat, patiently waiting for me to reply. I nod.

She stands and holds out her hand to help me off the floor. It’s her right hand, the one she tries to hide because of the scars. And I know it’s not just by accident. She’s instilling a trust in me that she rarely gives others.

“Did you eat yet?” I ask as I follow her grimly into her apartment.

From the corner of my eye, I watch her set her purse on her kitchen counter, flick her name badge free from her shirt, then turn to me. I barely have a chance to acknowledge that there are tears pooling in the corner of her eyes before Larsen launches herself at me and I easily welcome her into my embrace. Our lips collide at the same time her arms and legs wrap around my neck and waist. My hands instinctively reach out to hold her in place, my palms lying underneath her thighs as they clench my hips.

We crash into the wall, then her kitchen counter, causing her purse to stumble onto the floor, the contents spilling around my feet.

“Larsen,” I groan, wishing I could bottle up her flavor to take with me. A talisman to remember our time. She’s more potent than any drug I’ve ever had in my system.

A fierceness grows in her eyes and she slides herself down my body and takes a step away from me. It happens before the moment fully registers in my brain. Larsen reaches for the hem of her shirt and yanks it up and over her head, tossing the yellow mess onto a chair on the other side of the room, baring her bra-covered chest to me.

God, those breasts are magnificent to see with my own eyes.

The pale purple lace and silk barely contain her lush and full breasts in their confines. My breath catches in my throat as I take her in. She’s perfection and I want to memorize the way she looks right now – confident, strong, willful, all of the things I wanted to give her before I left.

“Devyn,” she beckons, her voice never wavering, no vibration of fear in her call. “Make love to me. Please. If all I have is tonight with you, then I want a memory that will last forever.” Her chest heaves up and down, but my eyes stay pinned to hers. My silence must send a spike of fear through her because I watch the fire in her eyes dim.

I’m not sure when we decided to cross that line from friends to lovers, but I’m too lost in the moment to take the time to analyze it. I’ll have plenty of time for that in the upcoming days, weeks, months.

She glances down at her body and then back up to me. “I realize that I’m not like other women. That I don’t look like a supermodel, but I thought that maybe-”

My feet carry me toward her and with a giant swoop, I bend down and lift her body over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Her answering giggle is all I need to hear as I follow the hallway toward her bedroom. She falls onto the bed and bounces twice before settling on top of her duvet.

My body reacts without a second thought and I pull my own shirt off my body. I need to feel her skin against mine more than I need my next breath. I reach down and unbuckle my pants but leave them in place as I kneel onto the bed and crawl over her body.

As I come to rest between her legs, she glides her hands up my back in a slow and unhurried movement. My body shivers at her touch and I force my lids to close as I take in the feel of her hands on my skin. The warmth of her palm ignites a fire beneath my skin.

Like the bastard that he is, my cock is already at full attention and I know that the only way to relieve him is to bury myself deep inside her body.

I know that I should take this slow, make love to her the way she deserves, but I’m too fired up to take into account how inexperienced she probably is.

With her hands back on the bed, Larsen leans up on her elbows and brushes her lips against mine. By her movements, I hope that she is as lost in the moment as I am. Reaching behind her back, I unclasp her bra and she falls back against the bed to slide the straps down her arms. She slings the bra away and extends her hand to comb her fingers through my hair. I moan at her touch, at the gentle way she’s fingering my hair. The newly exposed treasures are as glorious as I imagined. Pale pink nipples placed perfectly in the middle of her lush mounds. Not even the scars distract from their perfection.

I bend down and kiss her, slipping my tongue between her lips, exploring the depths of her mouth with each brush. My chest rubs against hers and the feel of her soft peaks set off a new wave of desire.

“I want you so much, Larsen.”

“I want you too,” she tells me, mimicking the movements of my tongue with her own. I feel the brush of her hand between our bodies then I realize that she’s trying to unbutton her own pants.

“Here, let me.” I sweep her hand away and make quick work of unbuttoning her pants and sliding them and her panties down her body in one motion.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her, taking in her complete form. The pale breasts, flat stomach, wet folds beckoning forward, the entire picture is better than anything I have ever laid my eyes on.

I watch as a blush rises from the tips of her breasts crawling its way up to her cheeks.

“Can I taste you here?” I ask, circling my finger around the nipple of one breast. “And then here?” My finger trails down across her stomach and ends as a soft caress at the apex of her thighs. Her answering moan is the only response that I need.

My body arches over hers as I seal my lips around her dusky pink nipple, the skin tasting as sweet as her kiss. Flicking the bud with my tongue, I’m hypnotized at the way her body jerks and bows with each pass.

Against my hips, I can feel her legs begin to quiver. Triumph surges through me. Knowing that it won’t take much to send her into oblivion I leave a trail of kisses down her abdomen, taking an extra second to pay attention to the sensitive skin around her navel, and bring my lips to her soft and silky folds.