Page 60 of Art of Love
He’d smoothed his beard so I could see the sharp angles and planes in his perfectly chiseled face. He was still all Brad Pitt fromLegends of the Fall,but there was a strength in him that weakened my knees. Today, he looked more like a Viking, and his hair looked a little longer.
“Keep up the good work.” John nodded. “I’m loving the ideas.”
“We definitely will.” Hunter beamed.
John looked from Hunter to me, and something I couldn’t put my finger on sparked in his eyes.
It was something though that I would have to think about some other time because Hunter was here and he was like a trigger for my mind going numb.
The minute John left, Hunter took my hand and pulled me along to the changing room, which thankfully was empty. It wouldn’t be in a few minutes when the actors started coming in. We had about five minutes.
The basement would have been a better option for us, but the paint and everything we needed was here.
He took hold of me and backed me up against the concreate walls, then captured my mouth with his for a hungry kiss.
I ran my fingers through the silky strands of his hair as he pressed me to the hard walls of his chest, crushing my breasts.
We kissed and kissed, going from warm, to hot, to scorching as his tongue explored the recesses of my mouth and he ran his large hands over my ass and squeezed it.
I could feel his erection pressing into my abdomen, and he made sure I could feel it by rubbing against me.
Thank God, we were alone because the moan that fell from my lips spoke of the desire I felt and the need I had for him. He moved from my lips to plant kisses down my earlobe.
“You’re killing me in that dress,” he whispered, his hot breath against my skin.
I couldn’t remember what I was wearing. I had to look down. The dress was a simple summer green dress with little straps holding it up. I’d jazzed it up with a simple necklace, and left my hair down in loose waves.
“This old thing.” I giggled as he kissed my throat.
“Don’t you dare ‘this old thing’ me. The dress screamsFuck me, but then everything about you screamsFuck me.” He squeezed my breasts and nibbled on my neck.
“As long as you think so, that works fine.”
“I do, and I can’t wait to eat you tonight.”
“Eat me?” I gasped as he sneakily reached into my bra and moved the left cup aside so that my nipple poked out. With mischief and desire in his eyes he flicked his fingers backwards and forwards over the already hard nipple and smiled.
“I’ll start here.” He lowered his mouth and took my nipple in, sucking like he did last night. “And here.” He pressed me harder into the wall and reached up under my dress to cup my crotch, running his fingers now over my entrance, where I was soaked. “Your pretty pussy will be all mine tonight. You will be all mine tonight.”
I froze, shocked and too turned on to move. I wanted what he promised. I wanted him, but most of all, I wanted to be his.
“I can’t wait,” I breathed.
Voices sounded. He lowered his head to kiss the tip of my nipple, then covered me up.
“Come on. I’m getting you dressed. Not too much paint tonight. There will be less to take off.” The wildness in his eyes excited me, and I really couldn’t wait.
