His eyes lingered back to the shot, so she used her hand to turn the paper facedown.
She grasped his hands in both of her own and looked up at him.
Swallowing, Nicolas said, “I don’t want to be like this, Em, but now that I know what it’s like to have you, I don’t want anyone else to.”
His hand reached up to caress the side of her face daintily. Emily shuffled closer to his touch, but it disappeared before she knew it.
“Why’d you stop?”
“To do this instead.”
After he’d kissed her senseless, it had her thinking: could she really endure him only giving her pieces of himself anymore?
Emily was so far gone she’d even dreamed of him, a lust-soaked vision of Nicolas on his knees in a dimly lit car on set, her cheeks burning at the sight. Outside the half-rolled window stood Taylor, speaking to her, oblivious to the fact that her husband’s hands were tracing the length of her leg.
With the partition raised, privacy cloaked them, and Nicolas’s fingers claimed their path while her co-star lingered just beyond. She bit down on her fist to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, her brows furrowed as she forced herself to keep up the conversation.
Just as she was about to come, the dream had shattered with the blaring of her phone’s alarm.
Her recollections ended when the car stopped in front of the driveway.
“Bye, Emily.”
She waved goodbye as Talia drove out the front gates. Just as she entered the living room, Emily saw Nicolas there. The clock above showed half past six so she wondered why he was home early. She took her shoes off before throwing her bag and coat onto the hanger.
“Hi,” she greeted softly.
She saw him smile a little. “Hi.”
“How was your day?”
Putting his phone to the side, he gave her all his attention. “It was fine. The usual stuff. I’d go into detail, but I don’t want to bore you to death.”
She shook her head, laughing. “What you do never bores me, Nicolas. You’re a hardworking man who puts a lot of time into every aspect of his company. Why would I be bored by that?”
His eyebrows raised. “How wasyourday?”
She stifled a yawn while walking past him and into the kitchen. He followed closely behind to hear her answer. Taking out a pitcher of water, she glanced at him. “Want some?”
He shook his head no.
Emily poured some into a glass for herself. She drank before she responded to the earlier question. All the while he leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets.
“Today’s been packed. Filming for the movie continued, then a magazine shoot. I’ve been at it since I was dropped off there.”
A pair of hands came to massage her shoulders. Nicolas gave careful kneads to the junction beside her neck. Her eyes rolled back in bliss.
A man’s hands have never felt better. A man who liked her, and whom she liked back.
“That sounds awfully stressful.”
All Emily could do was nod as she tilted her chin to look up at him. Was it possible that he was getting even more handsome as the days went by?
Her lips parted, “May I kiss you?”
He took his hands off her like he’d beentased. “No. It’s going to escalate.”
This again?“It won’t.”
