Mind made up, I left the cool interior of his trailer and made my way back to set because I didn’t want him finishing the scene to find me gone. Thankfully, I discovered my not being there wasn’t an issue because they’d closed the set for the scene where North and Eden’s characters made love. One of the camera crew informed me that only a small crew remained inside, along with an intimacy coordinator.
Still, I waited impatiently for the scene to be over. When the sound stage doors finally opened, I followed members of the crew back inside. I ignored the knot in my gut at the sight of Eden walking off set in a robe. North was in nothing but boxer briefs, shrugging into a pair of pants. His athletic build had filled out during the making of this film, his already broad shoulders now impressively exaggerated against his narrow waist. The muscles in his back rippled as he pulled on a shirt, and I decided not to focus on the fact that Eden Gabriel had most likely felt those muscles move beneath her hands during their scene. I really tried. But when I tried, I kept thinking about how physically perfect she was and how her belly probably didn’t jiggle when North moved over her.
I closed my eyes and looked at my feet as a wave of anxiety threatened to take hold.
Fuck.
I needed to get a grip.
What the hell?
Forcing myself to focus, I took a few calming breaths and looked up. North talked with Blake for a few seconds, nodding along with something he said.
Blake patted him on the arm and then called, “Break for lunch! Be back here in thirty!”
North scanned the crew until he found me and then strode in my direction. My eyebrows rose at his determined expression, and I let out a little gasp of surprise when he hauled me against him and hugged me like I might disappear.
At first, I welcomed the embrace, but worry seeped in the longer he held me. Pulling back, I searched North’s eyes, and saw fear and remorse in them. “What’s wrong?”
He cupped my nape in his hand and rested his forehead on mine. He whispered hoarsely, “I’m sorry.”
“North … you’re acting. I know that.”
He lifted his head to nod reluctantly but smirked sadly. “If it was you … kissing, touching another guy … I’d fucking hate it. I … don’t know if I could do it.”
The confession made me feel a million times better. I smiled, resting my hands on his chest. “Yeah, you could. Because you trust me. Like I trust you.”
“North!” Eden’s voice stopped whatever my boyfriend’s reply might have been, and we turned to find her approaching now dressed in jeans and a tee.
Anyone could see we were having a moment, but Eden Gabriel only had eyes for my guy. My fingers curled into his shirt, and I could tell by the soothing stroke of his hand down my arm that he felt my tension.
With slinky Gallic flirtatiousness, Eden sashayed up to North and ran the tip of her finger down his arm. “That went well, did it not?”
North sidled a little closer to me. “Aye.”
My lips pressed together at his blunt one-word response.
She seemed unfazed, cocking her head as she ran her gaze up and down his body. I had apparently ceased to exist.
Eden was caressing his shoulder now, and I was seconds from ripping off her hand. “Those scenes are usually so awkward, but you made them so easy. We’re natural in the bedroom together, no?”
Was she fucking kidding me?
“Eden, I’m standing with my arm around my girlfriend who you haven’t looked at once and are deliberately trying to provoke,” North said calmly but matter-of-fact. “Now I’d appreciate when we’re not filming that you don’t touch me. Okay?”
Her jaw popped out like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and honestly, I was surprised too. Most men I knew, even the best ones, avoided confrontation as if their lives depended upon it. Even Montana, who was a great high school boyfriend, would get squirrelly and nonresponsive when another girl hit on him. It used to upset me. Why couldn’t he just man up and say “I have a girlfriend so don’t do that”？ You know why? Because he enjoyed the attention.
But North?
I was coming to find that North Hunter was a unicorn.
“I, uh …” Eden, for once, looked uncomfortable and unsure as her eyes flicked between us. “I did not mean to be inappropriate. If the shoe was on the other foot …” Flustered, she waved a hand. “It won’t happen again.” Eden shrugged and walked away.
Until North called her out, I wondered how many times Eden had flirted with someone in front of their partner. Was it just because no one had ever told her no?
North turned to me and raised an eyebrow at my expression. “What’s that look?”
I curled my fingers into his shirt. “It’s the ‘my boyfriend just made me so wet, I’m going to need him to take care of it’ look.”
His eyes flared and a second later, my hand was tight in his as he practically hauled me off set toward his trailer. Laughter threatened to burst out of me and did when he gently shoved me up the three short stairs. Inside, North spun me around, his mouth crushing down on mine as we stumbled back into the wall. Something fell off it and crashed at our feet, but neither of us was paying attention.
I felt his warm, rough hands on my outer thighs as they brushed my skin, pushing my skirt up to my waist. With an almost animalistic grunt, North curled his hands around the fabric of my underwear and tugged, the sound of them tearing away from my body and the sudden air between my legs increasing the heat between us to a combustible level. He’d just ripped my underwear off. A deep tug in my belly made me moan with want.
Our lips collided in biting, nipping, licking kisses as we both reached for the closure on his jeans. He shoved them and his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his cock, and I watched as he took his wallet out of his back pocket and retrieved a condom. As he rolled it up his straining arousal, I licked my lips in anticipation. No one felt like North. No one ever would.
“I want it hard,” I pleaded, the trickle between my legs amplifying my already excited state.
“I’ll give it to you any way you want,” North assured me, his voice guttural with promise. And promise he did. I gasped as he gripped my legs, spread them, and thrust up into me.
“North!” I cried out in pleasured shock, his throbbing heat overwhelming me. Every feeling, thought, all my focus was on the sensation of his thickness inside me, and I struggled for breath as my body tried to adjust and relax. It was as if every nerve was inflamed, and a minuscule shift between us sparked a tug of delicious tension I immediately sought more of.
North, however, held still against me, breathing heavily as he stared into my eyes with such love and longing.
And a hint of satisfied possession.
I pushed my hips against him, and his grip on my thighs became almost bruising.
“I need you,” I whispered.
His control snapped.
As North hauled me up, I didn’t think about how heavy I was or if this was awkward. I wrapped my legs around him. Holding tight, I panted with excitement as he pounded us into the wall, thrusting into me hard, gliding in and out of my snug channel. The trailer rocked with the force of his drives as he pounded me into the wall, and I loved every fucking second.