Page 49 of The Movie Star and the Spy

So he thought he could kiss her senseless and get away with it? She would show him. As he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss to fantastic proportions, she pushed up his shirt, molding the hardness underneath. She rubbed herfingernails along his skin, as his muscles clenched in response. He would realize he couldn’t wrestle control.

But suddenly he did. He started with her neck, the sensitive spot just under her ear. He flicked his tongue, cooling tingling skin, then pressed closer, trailing kisses down her neck, raining fire to her collarbone. Still, it wasn’t enough. She urged his hand to the bottom of her shirt.

Somewhere deep within her, a warning sounded, yet he’d resumed his kisses, and she couldn’t focus. She sighed as cool air tickled her stomach, as he exposed more and more of her tender body. She shuddered as the shirt was pulled up and over her head, baring breasts covered in only the thinnest red lace. Now he gazed at her with dilated pupils and an expression of pure, unadulterated need. Lust blazed passion and something far stronger. “You are exquisite,” he whispered as he kissed her, eliciting sheer pleasure.

Pure need took over, instinct and desire. The warning grew louder. She needed to stop now, before she lost all control. “I think…”

“Yes?” He gave her another kiss, this one deeper, longer, stretching sensations throughout her body.

Oh, hell.“I think there’s entirely too much clothing between us.”

His eyes darkened to almost black. “What are you saying?”

This had aways been inevitable. Destined almost. She simply couldn’t resist the need firing within her. So she pushed aside logic and reason, barred the future and consequences from the present and clutched at the man who once more stole all. “Make love to me.”

He stilled, watched, contemplated, considered. “Are you certain? I don’t want you to do anything that is uncomfortable.”

How could she ever be uncomfortable with this man? “Please,” she whispered. “I want–” A breath, a shudder and awish. “Everything.”

He held her gaze for a moment’s whisper, then gave the briefest of nods. He returned to his intimate task, exploring with his lips, hands and body. Just like the first time he undressed her, she was powerless to resist as he unbuttoned her jeans, as he pulled them down and off. It was like the moments she acted as body double, when she thought he was going to fully undress her. Then he had stopped.

This time would be different.

She squirmed as he grasped the thin straps holding her panties, as he slowly pulled them down. Coolness assaulted her as he slipped the undergarments from her feet, leaving her fully exposed. He moved back to look at her, his gaze as searing as any touch. She stilled his movement with a hand on his chest. “This isn’t fair.”

He looked down at his fully clothed body, then smiled. “No, it’s not.” In one quick movement, he reached up and pulled off his shirt, revealing corded muscles and six-pack abs.

Holy sh–

“Are you okay?” he asked wickedly.

“Great.” She licked dry lips. “Just fantastic. I guess this answers the question about whether you use padding.”

Of course, he wouldn’t need it when he was so magnificent. She took his hand and led him to the massive jacquard chaise. He needed no more urging, as he settled her down and sank next to her. Supporting himself with a hand on either side, he leaned over her. “Are you certain?”

In a world where everything else was uncertain, this wasn’t. “I want nothing more.”

Then…

He did.

He touched and teased, fondled and probed. She gasped and moaned, jerked and shivered. The inescapable touches slayed every sense, but she wanted more, needed more. Soon it was time. He paused for the briefest of moments to don protection.

Then they became one.

It had never felt so right, so perfect. It was as if he’d been made just for her, and she for him. She ascended higher and higher until suddenly she could take no more. She screamed, and so did he, as the world shattered into a million pieces. Waves of ecstasy roiled her as she soared through passion’s crests, clutching him, pressed into his heat. Seconds followed, as she finally came down, as a new reality returned. His arms tightened around her, and there she stayed.

And stayed and stayed, far past when she should arise, far beyond when she should start the “This was wrongs” and “This can never happen agains.” All she could do was lie there, content in his arms, where life had never seemed so right.

The beeping startledthe woman in his arms, and Julian held her tighter, comforting her, soothing her. If only time would stop, preventing the moment he’d have to relinquish the beauty he’d held as the seconds, and then minutes, passed since their lovemaking. Though she’d jumped with the alarm, she quickly took back control. She liked control, this one, but not as much as he did. And he never wanted control as much as when he was with her.

How could he describe what happened? He couldn’t, not with words at least. Fleeting monikers came to mind – awesome, fantastic, earth-shattering – yet they couldn’t truly describe the lovemaking they had shared, the intimacy. The chemistry was undeniable, the sparks nuclear. Yet, it was more than simplechemistry, more than the long-awaited satisfaction of bone-numbing lust. No, he connected with Destiny in some other way.

He had to explore this force, discover if it could truly lead to something real, somethingpermanent. He’d never imagined finding that once-in-a-lifetime relationship, but if it found him, he’d grab onto it and never let go. Only he had one date left. That might not be enough time, especially with Destiny denying her feelings. An idea formed, and he smiled. Perhaps that date could be extended.

Right now he had this night to enjoy.

“Was that the oven?” A whisper broke the silence, as the lovely form shifted in his arms.

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