Steal (Seaside Pictures 3)

“All I need to know,” Zane’s jaw ticked, “Is if you really trust her now, in this moment. If you’re in it.”

“It’s none of your damn business,” I roared.

“It is when it affects so many people,” Zane said in a low voice. “So, what is it?”

“I trust her.” I tried to have conviction behind my words, but I knew the fear was still there, it lingered like a sickness, the fear that she’d leave, that I’d mess up again, that we’d break each other.

Zane exhaled and grabbed my phone sliding it into his pocket. “Then make tonight good, because something tells me tomorrow’s going to have enough problems of its own.”

“I think I’ll take my phone now.”

“No.” Zane started walking backward toward the door. “Have a good night, Will. See you in the morning.”

I was still standing, staring at the door when Ang’s hands wrapped around my waist. “Everything okay?”

“Not according to Zane.” I sighed, hanging my head as a groan rumbled in my throat at the way her hands teased my chest. “But I suddenly don’t care.”

“You sure?” She moved around me, squeezed my neck, and lifted her lips to mine brushing a soft kiss on the bottom before taking it in her teeth and biting down. “Because I can go watch TV or something. There’s this book I’ve been—”

I scooped her up in my arms, ignoring her protests and laughter, then deposited her on my bed. She bounced up once before I dropped my towel and crawled toward her.

“No movies.” I laved each perfect breast. “No books.” I moved up to her mouth, greedily drinking her in again, cupping the soft skin of her chin with my thumb, rubbing it over and over again as I memorized the velvet softness of the way she felt beneath me. “I missed you,” I confessed with another heated kiss to her mouth.

Her hands moved down my biceps, and stayed, squeezing with each dip of my tongue, with each exploring kiss.

“So damn much.”

Tears built up behind her gaze.

One fell.

I watched.

Waited.

She held her breath.

And just as it hit her lips, I caught it, and kissed it away.

Maybe it was her breaking point.

Maybe it was mine.

But she flipped me on my back, and devoured me, her hungry kisses making me weaker than I’d ever felt in my entire existence as her mouth moved lower and lower.

“Not tonight,” I said in a guttural voice. “Tonight I need to be inside you again and again until you understand.”

“Understand what?” She stopped kissing me, her flush face and bruised lips made my heart pound, just like the way her body arched, rocked against mine with her realization.

“That it’s real.”

“No acting,” Ang agreed. “No cameras.”

“No publicity stunts.”

“No screaming fans.”

“Us,” I whispered, leaning up for another kiss. “Just us.”

“Us.” She nodded, her forehead touching mine before she angled her body over mine, her skin almost feverish to the touch as she groaned out my name and rode me.

“Shit.” I grasped her hips and slowed her movements, only to lose complete control when she slammed my arms back against the mattress and took control.

With a grin I bucked with her, allowed her to dominate, let her control, and bruised her ass with my fingers as I held on.

Her head dipped forward, and her hair grazed my chest while I kissed her mouth. All that silk brushing over me was too much. With a groan, I flipped her onto her back, lunging into her, forcing the bed against the wall with every move I made.

“Will Sutherland.” She said my name like a prayer. “I missed you.”

I was home.

Her body tightened and pulsed around me as we both found release. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.”

I WOKE UP to Will’s mouth, his sexy sinful mouth licking me from the inside out, I thought it had been a dream, until I felt his hands on my thighs, until I felt him exploring like he was my own personal alarm clock.

Each lick was another ring that it was morning.

Lick, time to get up.

Lick, lick, let’s hit snooze.

I lay back, my body pulsed, buzzed with awareness of what his mouth was doing. I’d never allowed anyone to do what he was doing.

It was too personal.

And maybe a part of me had wanted to save it for him.

Save some small part of myself for his mouth.

“Will!” I clenched my thighs as fiery darts of delight threatened to take me over the edge. “I think that—”

“No thinking,” he said from beneath the sheets, slapping my thigh lightly with his hand, heat rushed through my body, centering on where his mouth was teasing. Pleasure built so hard and fast I couldn’t even speak.

But I did scream.

And pant.

And say a whole bunch of embarrassing things about never leaving bed ever again and shopping for a chain.

Whatever that meant.

Chains? Really?

“I forgot how good your skin felt against my face,” his sleepy voice rumbled. “How damn good you taste on my tongue.” Another kiss to my hip as he surfaced from under the white down comforter.

I sucked in a breath.

He was.

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.