“Yeah.” He ducked his head.
“You’re cute when you blush. And…” I paused, and he slid his still somewhat embarrassed gaze to meet my amused one. “I’d like to watch you film it, if that’s okay with you.”
He snorted, but when I didn’t join in his laughter, his smile faded. “You’re serious.”
My earlier exhaustion gone, I shifted closer, pressing my thigh to his. “You should know me by now. I’m not a kidder.” At the flare of excitement in Cort’s eyes, triumph surged through me. “Come on. Show me.”
He stood and held out his hand, and we walked into the bedroom. My heart pounded, and nerves zinged through me as if I was about to perform.
“I got my equipment set up in the corner there and focused on my bed. There’s a wireless remote I use to zoom in. Some people like the close-up shots.”
I eyed his crotch, remembered the size and thickness of his dick, and raised my brows. “I can understand the fascination.”
Again, that fiery red hit his cheeks, and this time I grinned. “I’ll sit in the corner and watch, if you don’t mind.”
“You can.” Cort stood in front of me, his solid body a temptation in every muscled curve. “Or you can join me. I can keep your back to the camera so no one would ever see your face. And we can do a twosome.” His blue eyes held mine. “People pay lots more for a scene. I’ll share the night’s take with you.”
My heart dropped to my stomach, and my voice squeaked, “A-a twosome? You want to fuck me on camera?” My dick shifted. Obviously my body had no issues, even if my brain had the brakes on the idea.
For now.
“No. But there are other things we can do. What do you say?” He trailed his fingers over my face. “I thought about that night we had together whenever I’d do a scene. Many times. Did you think about me?”
For the first time in my life, words failed me, and I could only nod.
He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and pulled me close, and I could feel the heat pouring off his body. “Show me.” His lips barely touched mine. “Show me how much you want me.”
I’d never thought of Cort as being so dominant, but his raspy, demanding growl set my nerves on fire, and my mouth found his with a kiss so desperate and hungry, we took it beyond simple lips on lips. There was nothing between us now, no lies holding me back, no alcohol clouding my senses. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted it. I wanted him, so I was taking what I had denied myself all these years.
Our tongues played off one another, our teeth clashed, and we fought for breath. Cort held me tight to his chest with one strong hand on my waist while the other massaged my ass.
“What I want…”
He left the sentence dangling, and I pressed myself against him. “Do it. On camera.”
“What?” He stepped back to gaze down at me. “Now?”
My earlier weariness had vanished, leaving me with a restless hunger only Cort could satisfy.
“Please?” I’d never begged in my life, but if necessary, tonight I would.
“Aren’t you tired? I don’t want to rush you.”
“No. I need this.” I swallowed hard, about to speak words I’d never thought I’d say. “I need you.”
His burning gaze raked over me, leaving me breathless, and he took me by the hand. “We’ll shower first.”
I’d have followed him into the river if he’d asked, so intense was my longing for him. My old life had fallen away, and I would no longer recognize the man I used to be—cold, self-centered, intent on only my own needs and wants. Pleasing Cort before myself had become my one desire.
I pulled my shirt up, and Cort plucked it from my fingers. “Let me. I’ve been waiting too.”
His fingers brushed my skin as he stripped me until I stood naked before him; then he swiftly removed his own clothes and turned on the shower. Steam filled the room, and we stepped under the spray. In that tight little shower, we soaped each other up, then rinsed off, not lingering on our bodies but knowing we had all the time in the world. Cort turned off the taps, and I swiped the water from my eyes and squeezed it from my hair.
Dripping wet, we stood for a moment, staring at one another with self-conscious grins on our faces. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
It might be hard for Cort to understand what this meant to me. Releasing the shackles that held me to a past that disowned me without ever trying to know me or help me was the final step in coming to terms with who I was and how I now chose to walk through life.
“I don’t have to do anything. I want to.”
