I scrolled over to my ClosedDoors app, uploaded the photo of me with my gaze drifting to Nolan, and quickly typed,When you want them, but you can’t have them.
It wasn’t my typical sort of post. It felt more exposed and raw than any topless photo or video of me having sex that I’d ever shared.
I tossed my phone onto my bed and went to the bathroom in search of my panda face mask.
I hadn’t even flicked on the light when two firm knocks shook my door.
Quickly, and with sparks of electricity strumming through my veins, I rushed over and opened the door.
Nolan, his lips pursed and his whole body vibrating with determination, stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “Are you trying to kill me?” His words came out like a painful accusation.
“No,” I squeaked. “Yes. No.”
“Well, then what is it?” he asked with a desperate urgency.
“I don’t know,” I said, helplessly. “But maybe . . . maybe we just need to getitout of our system.”
“It?As in?”
“This. Us.” The next word was out of my lips before I could stop it. “Sex.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nolan
I was moving before I even realized it, kicking the door shut behind me. I had my hands in her dark, silky hair and my mouth hovering over hers as I pushed us back, back, back until she was against the wall and panting against my lips. Each pant tore a new hole through my already flimsy control when it came to her.
God, I needed this; I needed this like I needed nothing else.
The few days since the Dressing Gown Incident had been hard enough—watching her getting a lap dance nearly impossible. But that picture she posted, all big green eyes and soft, soft pout...
When you want them, but you can’t have them.
Shewantedme. And suddenly nothing else mattered. Notthe movie, not relaunching my career. Not staying good and manageable for everyone else.
I fisted my hand tighter in my costar’s hair and held her still as I brushed my mouth over hers, tasting lip gloss and Grinch Punch, my feet crowding against hers and effectively trapping her between me and the wall that looked like a Christmas-themed blazer from 1989. Heat crawled up my thighs and seared all the way up to my lungs.
“I take it that’s ayes,” she breathed.
I growled in assent, sealing my mouth over hers and wasting no time licking inside. Her lips were so warm, so soft, and her tongue was a slick welcome that had me straining against her. Her body, pressed against mine, was nothing but dips and swells and curves, all for me.
Tonight, it was all for me.
“Just to get it out of our systems,” she repeated between kisses, gasping as I dragged my mouth from her lips to her jaw, and then sought out her neck. My cock—which throbbed more than it should considering the amount of gingerbread lotion I’d been going through—pushed against the zipper of my jeans, ready for more.
“Just to get it out of our systems,” I agreed, burying my nose behind her ear and smelling the sugary smell of her. She smelled like utter sweetness and innocence, but shefeltlike sin incarnate. Like she’d been formed for filthy fun and nothing else.
My hands shook as they dropped from her hair to her waist. Underneath the hem of her cropped sweater, I could feel the bare skin of her stomach before getting to the tight waistband of her leggings. When I slid a finger under the wide elasticand ran it over the skin there, she shivered. “We can’t get caught, though,” I cautioned.
“I know,” she said on an exhale as I dropped both hands to her thighs and skated my palms up to her hips and squeezed. “Teddy will kill me if we get caught.”
“Stephwill kill me,” I said, “and then desecrate my corpse with bunting or something.”
“Bunting?” she asked breathlessly. “Like... for bandstands in old-timey town squares?”
“Bandstands,” I confirmed, palming her ass and hitching her hips even closer to mine. “But it doesn’t matter because I can’t fight this thing anymore. I have to give in before it kills me.”
She let out a long breath at that, meeting my eyes as I pushed my hand down the front of her leggings and into her panties. And when my fingers parted her folds to find her clit all swollen for attention, her head dropped back against the wall.
