Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,33
lay next to me and patted his thighs. “Nicolette is a take-charge type of woman. So at first, when the mood is still all about the sizzle, you’ll be the dominant one,” he said, motioning me to straddle him.
“I like to be dominant,” I said as I moved into place. I meant it to be a joke, but only after I said it did I realize how charged it was, considering the position I was now in.
He grimaced and shifted like he was uncomfortable. “When you’re straddling me, my hands will move up and down the sides of your thighs, and in a real situation they would grab your ass as well.”
“I am aware about how this works,” I said, momentarily perturbed that he’d bring that up again. “This time, it’s in the script.”
He held his hands out to the sides. “I just want to be clear.”
For a moment, we just sat there, his hands on the mattress on either side of me as I straddled his thighs. A new sort of electricity arced between us.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Then he levered up, his hands holding loosely behind my back. His lips were now near enough to mine that it would be easy to kiss him. I fought the urge.
“This move will be the cue to slow it down,” he said, with a notable hoarseness in his voice. “What was once fast and furious is going to slow down. It becomes less about sex more about making love."
I understood at that point, there’d be more nuance. The scene would be more than just lust. We’d need to convey emotion.
“Okay.” I waited for him to say or do something.
“Fuck.” He lay back and ran his hands over his face.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. Was I doing it wrong? Did he want me to act it out more?
He let out a long, thready breath. “Like I said, normally when we do the scenes, there’s a lot of people around. It’s quite mechanical, not sexy at all."
I wondered what he was getting at.
“What I’m saying is that normally an actor wouldn’t get aroused because it’s not a real sensual moment.”
I stared at him, still unsure what he was getting at. Was he worried that his lack of arousal would offend me?
“Does that mean that all these love scenes you’ve done, with all those sexy women, you’ve never felt a little somethin’ somethin’?” I joked.
Once again, he blushed. “The first time I did. I nearly died with embarrassment, but I was told that happens now and again with actors. But after a while, it’s just a part of the job. It’s easier to control.”
“I can understand that.” Although I couldn’t imagine having Theo Wolfe touch me, for real or pretend, and not have my body light up all over.
“The thing is, Madeline, it’s going to be different with you, and I don’t want you to freak out about it.”
My gaze immediately shot down to his groin and indeed there was a sign of arousal there. My first thought was relief that I wasn’t the only one feeling the heady eroticism of the moment. The second was sympathy for him that it would happen in front of a room of people when we filmed.
“That must be embarrassing on the set,” I said.
He let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Well, it would be if they saw it. I can hide it from them since there will be covers, but you will feel it. There’s just some things I don’t have control over and I don’t want you to be upset by it."
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not a prude, Theo. It’s not that I’ve never had sex before because I have. In many different ways in many different places. Although not against the door.”
His eyes darkened slightly when I mentioned that I’d had sex in before.
“The point is,” I continued, “this doesn't bother me. I understand it’s part of the job. The thing before, during the test was just not wanting to be taken advantage of. But I know that’s not happening here.” I reassured him again.
“Okay, good.”
I thought men who talked like this were only in books or the movies, just like I thought sex against a door was a ploy used in them as well. But Theo was very real.
One hand went to my butt, and pulled me to him until I could feel the hard ridge of him along my cleft.
I gasped. “Yes.”
He groaned. “Fuck, I