He put his hand on top of hers, clasping it warmly, and turned to gaze into her eyes. “Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
“All the time,” she answered honestly. Oops!
“Me too,” he said with a laugh. “That never gets old.”
She took his wineglass, set it down next to hers on the ground, and tucked her knees under her, drawing close to him. “I’m thinking about kissing you,” she whispered, her fingers sliding into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
His warm hand cupped her cheek, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips. “I’m thinking that’s a good idea.”
She closed the distance, her lips brushing against his, bringing a jolt of heat. She pulled back for a moment, a little surprised at the jolt. His deep brown eyes matched her surprise, then morphed into raw desire. She launched herself at him, toppling them both over. The kiss was hot, hungry, out of control as they rolled on the blanket, limbs tangling together. Her hands were all over him, stroking across wide shoulders, down the hard planes of his back, their pelvises pressed together, filling her with an aching desperate need. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her on top of him, and kissed her some more. Deep, hot, wet kisses that sent her into a frenzy of want. Frustratingly, his hands had yet to roam on her. The gentleman thing suddenly got old.
She tore her mouth away, remembering he wanted clear consent. “Touch me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on his forearms, and then his mouth claimed hers. He slid the strap of her tank to the side and smoothed a caress over her shoulder. She pushed the other strap down and felt her breasts spring free in the warm air. His hand cupped her breast, stroking lightly across the hard tip. She couldn’t get enough of him, his mouth, his hard body, his heat. She needed more. A lot more. She’d never ramped up with need like this. She wanted to strip down and have her way with him right now.
But before she could do more than grab his ass, he lifted his head and smacked the back of his neck. “As much as I’d love to keep kissing you, I’m getting feasted on by mosquitoes. I don’t think this camping idea is going to work.”
He got off her, stood, and smacked away mosquitoes in a bunch of places on his neck, arms, and legs. He’d protected her from them, covering her with his body. Whether it was intentional or not, it made her like him even more. Her makeup assistant, Kyra, would have a fit trying to cover a bunch of bug bites before filming. She spent half the movie naked or near-naked.
She slid the tank back in place and adjusted her bra, still turned on and not wanting the date to end. He held a hand out to help her up.
She grabbed his hand and stood. His gaze was hot and hungry, roaming from her eyes to her lips to her neck and breasts. Then back to her mouth. They slammed together again, his mouth hard and devouring, his hands firm on her hips. Her fingers dug into the soft cotton of the back of his shirt, his heat radiating through her. She wanted more, she wanted raw, she wanted real. Jenny Coleman could have that.
She broke the kiss and met his eyes. “I’m offering my consent.” She flushed. She’d never actually said anything like that out loud before. It felt like she was proclaiming her lust for him. But Hailey said that was what he wanted—an affirmation of desire and consent. And her lust was much stronger than any embarrassment over the necessary conversation.
His grip on her hips tightened. “Your consent?”
“You know,” she whispered, cheeks flaming. Dammit. Did Hailey just say that as a joke? Augh. The good news was his hand was now on her ass, pressing her firmly against his massive erection. She bit back a moan.
“For what exactly?” he asked.
Her eyes snapped to his. Wow. She didn’t think it would be this difficult. She wanted to be Jenny a little longer, and, more importantly, she wanted him. Like an inferno of gotta have it right now need. Clearly he wanted her too, but he seemed to really want all the gentleman words before they took this any further. She stifled a sigh. Did she really have to spell it out? She was squirming with embarrassment and lust, being held right up against his hard hot male body. He loosened his hold, his hands moving to her hips and then sliding up, spanning her ribs just shy of her aching, tingling breasts.
She sighed.
He tipped her chin up, his eyes warm and soft. “I don’t want any misunderstandings.”
Fine. He needed it spelled out in bold letters, then that was what she’d do. “Hailey says you need an affirmation of desire and consent.”