Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,24
only have twenty minutes? Because that would mean taking you to the vending machines on the third floor and springing for pretzels.”
A grin tugged at her lips, and she stage-whispered, “That’s what they tell the girls. To make sure they’re back in an hour. So I actually have about that long.” She set her hand on his arm, wrapping it around his bicep. Oh, that was nice. He was so toned, so strong. Julien had been ropy and lanky. Michael was broad, firm, and just…bigger. Stronger. She liked that he felt different from what she’d been used to. “I thought we’d be done by now. That I’d have you arrive at the end of the shoot and then…”
“And then what?”
She shrugged happily. “And then…” She let her voice trail off once more, leaving possibilities lingering in the air. The truth was she’d been hoping for more of last night. For a repeat performance, and then some. She wanted to touch him, to smash into him, to feel him grind against her, and to wrap her legs around him. Call her greedy, call her needy—she’d own up to all of that. But when the director had told her the shoot was lasting well into the afternoon, and maybe the evening, she wasn’t so sure she’d get what she wanted. She’d have to settle for lunch. She gestured right at the next corner, indicating the hallway that led to business suites in the hotel.
“Where are we headed, Annalise?”
“I left my purse in our suite—we all use it for the day. It’s kind of cool. Like a dressing room, because the models get ready there.”
“So it’s full of bikinis?”
“Yes. It is”
“Will you model some for me?”
“Would you like me to?” she volleyed back, as the sparks zipped between them. The flirting—the heady, decadent flirting—was fantastic. She wanted to inhale it, let it fill her body like oxygen after too long without air.
“I believe that was established twice—a few minutes ago, as well as on the terrace last night.”
“Last night was interesting,” she said softly as they reached the door.
He tilted his head. “Yeah? Interesting is kind of vague. What made it interesting for you?”
“Seeing you, of course.”
“Was that all?” he asked.
She knew he was fishing. But she wanted him to catch her at the end of his line. She needed him to reel her in.
She leaned in close, her head bending to his neck, her breath traveling across his skin. He smelled so damn good, clean and masculine, his aftershave hinting at the scent of the forest. “Touching you.”
His hands shot out, gripping her upper arms. Tightly. “You like touching me?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Like? She fucking loved it. She wanted her hands all over him. Wanted to explore him.
“So much.”
He exhaled hard. “One hour, you say?”
Her lips pressed against his neck, then she whispered softly, “Sixty whole minutes. Minus ten now, from the time we spent on the pool deck.” She said it like an invitation.
“Let’s get out of the hallway then.”
She nodded, reached for a key, and opened the door.
CHAPTER TEN
Bright lights assaulted him. Fluorescents shone starkly from the ceiling, revealing one wall lined with makeup counters, and four mirrors with exposed light bulbs framing each. He reached for the switch to dim the light to a normal illumination so he could be alone with her without retinas frying, when the wispy blonde from the shoot waved a hand.
Ah fuck. That was a buzzkill. So much for the privacy of a room. His shoulders sagged. It was like being in college again, roommates crawling out of every nook and cranny, right when he’d been hoping to have his hands all over Annalise. His fingers itched to touch her.
“Hi, Annalise,” the blonde said, stretching her arms over her head, pushing them into a gray sweatshirt. She poked her head through the hole.
Annalise cleared her throat. “Hey, Candy. What are you up to?”
“Just going to do some yoga during our break.”
“Great plan. Good use of time. I need to grab my purse.” Annalise gestured to a beige couch littered with purses, bags, and jackets. “Then you can do your downward dog to your heart’s content.”
Candy waved a hand. “I’m meeting my yoga guru. In his room. He travels with me.”
“Oh,” Annalise said, seeming to rein in a smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. “That’s smart. To have him travel with you.”
“Thank you! I better go. I only have a few minutes to clear my mind of dangerous