her mouth as they kissed and the burn felt sexy, hot. She loved the feel of his hand palming her head, how his fingers dug into her hair, the way his tongue moved inside her mouth, dueling with hers in a sweet, sinful, erotic slide. She rubbed against him, felt his erection straining his jeans and pushing low against her stomach. After long minutes of kissing, he pulled back, breathing hard, his hand cupping her head.
“I’ll be right out, okay? Give me a few minutes.”
She nodded, her breathing choppy. Looked like she might get to work off that frustration after all. God, the last two days sitting behind him, smelling him, watching his hands on the wheel and imagining those sex scenes from the screenplay had made her nearly daffy with lust.
Troy moved into the bathroom and she snagged the box of condoms she’d brought from home and set them on top of the nightstand drawer. After that kiss, she didn’t see him backing out of a night filled with smokin’ hot sex. Granted, she had hardly any clue what Troy thought at any given time, but that kiss said way more than words.
It would’ve been nice if she’d had something sexy to slip into, but her oversized, black Dangerous Race T-shirt was worn to soft, comfortable cotton. She eighty-sixed her underwear. No reason to make him work for it.
Less than ten minutes later, Troy emerged from the bathroom. Deliciously shirtless and all hard muscle and washboard abs. Wearing a pair of straining black boxer briefs, he could’ve been a cover model for Calvin Klein underwear. He’d shaved off the sexy stubble, but it didn’t make him any less sexy. He had a rugged face, full of sharp angles, and his intensely focused eyes made her feel like the only woman in the world. He slid under the covers next to her and pulled her halfway beneath him. His gaze drilled into hers before he settled his lips on her again in a minty fresh kiss.
The explosion of heat and lust happened immediately. Julie’s need to have him washed over her like a swift current. She lifted her leg to wrap herself around him and a burst of pain shot across her thigh. She gasped and he pulled back.
“I knew we couldn’t do this.” He sounded absolutely convinced as he smacked his hand on the mattress.
“Of course we can do this. I just have to be careful, that’s all.” She reached up and kissed him and it took only a half second for him to get back on the lust train. His hands skimmed over her side, felt the curve of her breast and dip of her waist. His heat radiated through the fabric separating them. “Gotta get out of the clothes,” she said between kisses.
He grunted and pulled away long enough to strip off her top, then his lips skated to new territory and Julie lost her mind in the sensation of his lips, tongue and hands on her breasts.
She moved her leg and gasped again. Troy looked up, his eyes narrowed. “I’m not doing this if it’s going to hurt you.”
That must have been the reason he hadn’t tried anything the past two nights. He’d been worried about hurting her, so he’d purposely avoided the possibility. Now her cuts and scrapes had faded and she looked much better. Why hadn’t she figured it out sooner?
“It only hurts because I keep forgetting about my leg and want to wrap it around you. Can you blame me?” She grabbed his ass and squeezed. “I just want to lock you to me. So sue me.”
He wasn’t smiling. “I’m serious. I’m not doing this if it’s going to hurt you.”
“It’s going to hurt me more if you don’t.”
He dropped his head and she couldn’t see his face, but she read the indecision in his body language. The idea that he might really avoid making love to her because of her stitches made her crazy.
“What if we make it so you can’t hurt me?”
He lifted his head, concern and torment in his eyes. “How?”
“I don’t know. There has to be a way.”
His eyes narrowed, his gaze got hotter. “I might have an idea.” He looked up, then glanced over his shoulder. “What if I tie you down?”
Her heart stuttered then banged hard against her ribs. Her mouth went dry. That was exactly the kind of scene she’d read in Ari’s script. Had she imagined Troy tying her down as she’d read the pages?