“Cuss at me and try to fight me off,” Reeve whispers in my ear, and I whimper. I let a string of expletives loose as I fight him, while simultaneously battling with the almost insurmountable urge to shove my hand into his boxers and grab his erection. I emit a frustrated scream.
“I can do this all night, so feel free to keep fighting me.”
Oh, yes, Cam, Reeve, ugh. Keep fighting me because this is getting my juices going like you wouldn’t believe.
Remembering my part, I buck against him, raising my free hand to slap him, but he grabs both my hands over my head as he presses his body down on top of me. Lust slams into me, and I’m losing the battle. My core aches, my panties are soaked, and my nipples are trying to poke a hole through my lace bra.
Reeve straightens up until he’s sitting on my lap, and his hungry eyes latch on to my chest. I try to remember I’m supposed to hate him, not want to strip him naked and bounce on his cock.
When his mouth brushes the sensitive skin just under my ear, I pant and groan, writhing underneath him. Reeve rocks his groin against mine, while he keeps my wrists elevated over my head, and from the familiar lusty glint in his gaze, I can tell he’s struggling to stay in the role too. That makes me feel better, if a little guilty.
I’m supposed to be helping him, not making it more difficult.
He thrusts slowly against me. “How is it I crave the thing I hate most?” he whispers, his mouth moving to my jaw. “How do you do that? Make me want you when I despise you?”
“If you discover the answer, please enlighten me,” I rasp, keeping my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Abigail.” He peppers my jawline with kisses, and I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion. My eyes blink open, and I stare into his beautiful face. Conflict rages in his eyes, as it’s supposed to. “I think you’ve been put on this Earth purely to torment me,” he whispers, letting my wrists go so he can wind his hands into my hair. “I need you to hate me.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m already there.” It almost pains me to say those words to the love of my life, even if they’re not true.
“Not nearly enough,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“What do you want from me, Cam?” I whisper back.
He kisses the other corner of my mouth, and I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“Everything, Abigail. I’m going to take everything.” Reeve slams his mouth to mine, gripping my head in his large palms, and all bets are off.
He must think so too, because it’s like a race to see who can remove clothing faster, and in record time, he’s driving his cock inside my naked body as we fuck like wild animals on the floor of his father’s study.
“Oh my God.” Reeve wipes an arm across his sweaty brow as we sit on the floor, leaning back against the couch, after the hottest sex of our lives. “That was insane.”
“Insanely hot.” I grin at him.
“If this continues, I’m seriously screwed for rehearsals next week.”
The edge slices off my euphoric post-coital high. “If any of your rehearsals end up with hot sex on a floor, you won’t just be screwed, Reeve, you’ll be fucking dead the second I get my hands on you.”
He chuckles, leaning his head on my shoulder. “You know I was talking about us running lines.”
“Hmmm.”
“Babe?” He lifts his head, swiveling around until he’s sitting cross-legged in front of me. His brow puckers. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
I crick my neck to loosen the suddenly tight muscles. “I know I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t like the thought of you doing that scene with anyone but me.”
“Then maybe you should audition?” He arches a brow.
I crank out a laugh. “Funny, but no. I would suck. I think I’ve just proven that.”
“I happen to like how you suck.” His lips curve at the corners, and my eyes automatically lower to his crotch.
“You really do like how I suck, huh?” I play along, watching his dick harden.
“Baby.” He grabs his boxers, pulling them on, chuckling as I pout. “We need to talk about this, and I can’t do that if we’re both naked.” I dress in my underwear as he continues. “I don’t want you to worry. You know I only have eyes for you. You’re the love of my life, Viv,” he adds, pulling me onto his lap.
“I know that, Reeve, but it’s not just this scene. Abby and Cam have this epic, explosive kind of love, and you’ll really need to inhabit his persona to pull it off in a way that will justify the plot and pay homage to the character. You’ll need to be passionate with her. That’s what worries me.”