Page 41 of The Actor: Harrison

It’s the most genuine compliment I have ever received and, coming from her, there’s another level of pride that expands in my chest. I never really knew how much her opinion means to me until now.

There’s a tension between us I can’t explain. Should I thank her? Yes. But I can’t open my mouth without ruining this perfect moment. Her lips parts slightly when our eyes lock. There is an underlying sexual tension I can’t ignore, but that’s not what makes my stomach clench with a nervousness I’ve never experienced before.

She believes in me. Sheseesme in a way nobody has. She’s giving me credit to do what everyone else dismisses because they think I’m just good at taking off my shirt. I can’t squash the feeling that she makes me feel proud of myself andinvincible. I’ve never felt invincible in my entire life.

“How do you want to approach the scene?” she asks, taking me out of my misery of how to thank her for the compliment.

Her voice is a bit raspy, as if her mouth is dry.

“Is there anything you don’t want to see? Side boobs or nipples are okay? I know Viola gave you the green light for boobs and everything, but if you don’t want to show it, we need to figure out how to put her on the bed without making it awkward.”

She smiles at my question. “Considering you will be flaunting your junk in the same scene, I don’t think nipples will be the problem.”

I chuckle.

“Okay, I’m joking right now, but you were right. We need a sex scene that’s raw. I don’t want to put out porn, but I want it to feel real and desperate and something you didn’t see coming but that makes you squeeze your legs in the theatre while you watch it,” she explains and I nod. “How would you approach a woman who lived next to you for months and experienced you at your worst, but you’d never been intimate with her?” She asks the last question in a slightly lower voice.

I don’t know if we’re talking about the movie or us. Sure, we’ve had our intimate moments, but we’re definitely far from exploring the full range of this attraction. We’re so desperate around each other I don’t know if we’re not acting on our attraction because we’re trying to preserve a bit of professionalism or because we’re just dumb.

I take a step closer to her and realize we weren’t far apart at all. Like every time I’m around Sienna, I physically gravitate toward her like I’m craving contact but rationally restraining myself.

“I don’t know. I would probably approach her slowly, almost mesmerized to realize how beautiful she is.” I look down at her and her head tilts up a bit to look me straight in the eyes.

She lowers her gaze to my lips and her eyes widen for a second. It’s the push I need to reach out my hand.

“I would probably cup her face, and lower to kiss her,” I whisper, doing exactly that.

As soon as our lips lock, I feel like everything makes sense. I reach out to grab her waist and she slips her hands behind my neck, sinking her fingers into my hair.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer as our tongues intertwine in a fiery dance. The soft curves of her body are like heaven against me, and I know that I want her more than anything else in the world.

I nibble at her lower lip and get lost in her soft moan. Her grip tightens in my hair, making me shiver in pleasure. I nip, kiss, lick my way down to her neck, making it my mission to pull the sexy groans from her throat.

Her skin is soft under my lips and I take my time tasting her goosebumps forming under my tongue. There is nothing more intoxicating than a woman molding her body against mine trying to find relief for the ache between her legs.

Sienna grinds slightly against my hardening erection and I don’t even realize I’m guiding her on the bed behind her. I nestle between her thighs, pushing my hips against hers, swallowing her whimpers when she matches my slow movement.

I love the taste of the mints she consumes in massive quantities on set, and I love the way her tongue swipes against mine in a frenetic dance that borders on a fight. She’s fierce at her job and the kiss tells me she’s fierce between the sheets too.

I hold my weight on one elbow as I lower my hand to graze her soft body. I brush my thumb against the tank top covering her breast and she moans in response. I dare more, brushing it against the hardening nipple and she arches her back silently, demanding more. I grant her wish and pinch it lightly, making her moan against my lips.

She raises one of her legs over my thigh, giving me access to her sensitive clit. I push my hips against hers and I know I’ve found the bundle of nerves when she lets out a small cry. I rise up on my elbow and admire her perfect face, her eyes closed, breathing hard. I thrust my hips again and her lips parts in a perfect O that makes her look even more beautiful. We’re fully clothed and I’ve never felt so connected to a person like I am right now with her.

I crush my lips on hers and frantically grind against her jeans.

A loud clunk startles us. My heart is hammering in my chest and I don’t know if it’s because of our searing kiss or the noise hitting us like an ice-cold bucket of water on our heads.

I look up and smile. “It’s the broom that was leaning against the bed. They left it here to sweep the floor tomorrow before the shoot,” I explain when I see her frozen and wide-eyed.

“Fuck,” she finally breathes.

We got so carried away we almost had sex in a public space. The set is deserted, but still, we can’t afford to have someone walking in on us for any reason or, worse, filming or taking pictures of us in a compromising position. Quite literally, in this case.

“We should go home,” I murmur as I stand up and help her stand too. She’s all flustered and sexy, with sex-tousled hair. We almost fucked up big time. When it comes to her, all my good judgement goes out the window. Fighting or fucking, I can’t think straight when I give in to my emotions with her.

“Yes. We should. Separately. Each to our respective homes,” she says, looking down at her shoes.

I chuckle. “Yes, I get it. Don’t worry.”

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