Page 63 of Unscripted with Mila

I only meant to show her my adoration. Let her feel my emotions. But as soon as our lips touched, it was as if a match had been lit. The fire grew from a small flame to an inferno instantly. The instant our mouths connected, it felt as if our souls did as well. I didn’t care how over the top that sounded. I felt it.

I pulled her tight, devouring her. She returned my desire with a passion that both shocked and delighted me. In seconds, I was over her, our bodies aligned. She wore a set of shorts and a tank top, the thin material not hiding the way her nipples hardened and rubbed on my bare chest. She dug her fingers into my skin, trailing them up and down my back in long, sensuous passes. She made the most erotic little noises in her throat. She tangled her legs with mine, her skin like silk against my coarser texture. I groaned at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I kissed her harder. Deeper. I sat up, dragging her tank over her head and going back to her mouth immediately. I cupped her breasts, the feel of them full and heavy in my hands, and she whimpered as I stroked her nipples, then lowered my head and took one in my mouth.

She gasped, bucking against me, and it took all I had not to push her back and strip her completely bare. Bury myself in her.

But she deserved so much more.

I gentled my mouth, laying her back and stretching out beside her. I kept kissing her, caressing her, but I refused to take her tonight. Not this way.

She opened her eyes, frowning. “You’re stopping.”

“Just for now. I have an early call time, and once I’ve had you, Mila, I won’t want to leave you that quickly. It will take hours for me to get my fill of you.”

“Oh,” she breathed out.

What I said was true, but still, I couldn’t resist her. I trailed a finger down her sternum. “Are you achy, baby? Do you need me to ease that ache so you can sleep?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me.”

“Yes,” I groaned. I covered her mouth with mine and gave her exactly what she wanted.

Twice.

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MILA

It was still dark when Nick slipped out of bed. He bent and kissed my temple. “I’ll see you on set. Come find me.” His voice was full of laughter. “Bring me coffee, Shortcake.”

A while later, I had breakfast while talking to my dad and telling him how well things were going. He informed me how much he loved the ranch.

“Your sister is involved with this Luke fellow,” he muttered. “Great guy, but I’m not sure there is a future.”

“She’s a grown woman, Dad.”

“Still.” He sighed. “Mom likes him and says I’m being overprotective.”

“You?” I gasped in an overdramatic fashion. “I am shocked.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Pumpkin.”

I laughed. “I wonder where I got that from? Three guesses, and the first two aren’t Mom.”

“Liv,” he called to the background. “When did our girls get so lippy?”

“Never noticed,” she called back. “They’re always sweet.”

“All of you,” he chuckled. “All of you like to give me a hard time.”

“Would you have it any other way?” I asked.

“No.”

I was still smiling as I hung up. Andi looked at me across the table.