Private Shoot Page 3

  “Why would you assume I did anything?” I asked, stalking forward, feeling like the predator crowding his prey.

  She didn’t move, didn’t back away from me, but I saw the flare in the back of her eyes. My heart leapt. Ms. Calm and collected wasn’t as immune to me as she pretended.

  “You’re here,” she pointed out bluntly. “And now my exhibition is canceled. And I don’t believe in coincidences.”

  I reached her, stopping less than a foot away. So close I could feel the heat of her body against mine, even through our clothes. She had to tilt her head back to look up at me and I drank in the perfection of her face.

  She wore more makeup this time, stuff that made her eyes look all catlike and plumped her lips up. The effect was devastating, my cock tightening in my pants with a savage jerk. Asshole had been complaining since she’d run from us before. Refused to even look at another woman…

  It wanted her… I wanted her. No one else.

  Which is why I’d done what I’d done.

  “It took me an age to track you down, you know?” I murmured, reaching out a hand to stroke a finger down her bare arm. She shivered, shooting me an icy glare, but didn’t move away or acknowledge my touch. I hid my smile. Stubborn little minx.

  “Clever to use your brother’s apartment. No records in the system. And he was less than forthcoming about revealing your location.”

  She gave a little huff. “You won’t get anything out of Mason he doesn’t want to give.”

  That had been an understatement. Mason Hunter was well known in the circles I moved in. The best goddamn close protection guy, aka bodyguard, in the business, he had a reputation for going above and beyond to protect his clients. Up to and including taking a bullet.

  …and I wanted to fuck his sister. I was so fucking dead.

  I circled her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “And you shut your office. I had to find you, but I had no way to track you…”

  She swayed a little toward me and I bit back my groan, wanting nothing more than to sweep her up into my arms. But she wasn’t ready yet.

  “I thought you’d slipped through my fingers, but then I heard about this…”

  “So just because your dick didn’t get any action, you decided to fuck up my exhibition?”

  She whirled around, anger in her eyes as she jabbed me in the chest. “What kind of sick fuck are you? There are plenty of other women out there who would drop their panties if you even looked like you were interested. Why do this to me?”

  Her lip quavered a little and the little chink in her armor broke my control. I stepped in, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her up close against me. Her breath hitched as she settled against me, her eyes widening as she registered the solid bar of my hard cock against her soft stomach.

  “Because ever since that day in the studio,” I murmured, sliding my hand into the back of her neck to tilt her head up. “All I’ve been able to think about is you.”

  The satin curls of her hair were as soft as I remembered. A shiver hit me as I imagined them stroking over my skin as she kissed her way down my body… My cock jerked again. Savagely.

  Fuck, how did she affect me so badly?

  I leaned down to until my lips almost brushed hers. Almost, but not quite. It wasn’t about forcing her. It was about tempting her to come play with me. Even now, when I had everything on the line, it wasn’t about forcing her to do what I wanted.

  “Ever since that day when you showed me heaven, the only woman I want is you. You drove me mad with your siren’s touch, bewitched me with your kisses.”

  Fuck knew where these words were coming from, but I didn’t care if it got her under me. And not just once. I wanted her under me, at my side, for the rest of our lives.

  “I had to find you. Then I heard about this exhibition…”

  My lips grazed hers but she didn’t move. Didn’t respond. My heart sank. What if I was too late? What if I’d misread all the signals in the studio and the reason she’d run hadn’t been because we’d been interrupted but because she wasn’t into me?

  “I bought it. All of it.” My admission was soft, a whisper between us. “It was the only way I could think of to get you to talk to me.”

  * * *

  Amelia

  * * *

  “What?”

  I started and pulled back to look at him. I shook my head to shake off the sensual spell he’d been wrapping me in. Forget the siren he’d called me. He was the enchanter…seducing me again with soft words and touches, even though I’d been determined not to fall under his sway again.

  “I bought it. All.” His thumb stroked against my jaw gently as he looked down at me.

  Quite why I was letting him touch me, hold me in his arms pressed up against his lean, hard body, I didn’t know… it was like as soon as he’d touched me, my body had rebelled against my brain, going for what it wanted rather than what was sensible.

  I frowned. “Why?”

  He shrugged. “Because I like them. All of them. I love all your work. Especially that.”

  He nodded up to the largest piece. The one I’d taken of him half naked in the bed, that seductive expression on his face.

  I snorted. “Self-absorbed much?”

  A curve flirted with the corner of his lips. “Not because it’s of me. I’m not that much of an arrogant asshole… You know what I see when I look at that?”

  I shouldn’t bite, I knew I shouldn’t… but I couldn’t help it.

  “No. What?’

  He leaned down again, and god help me, my lips parted in invitation, my body softening as it remembered his kisses. But he didn’t kiss me. His words were murmured against my lips instead.

  “I see you. I see the man who was struck dumb by this delicate little pixie behind the camera and wanted desperately to touch her. But she was so flighty and nervous he had to be careful. Had to tempt her to let him touch her.”

  My eyes fluttered shut at his words, uttered in that deep, sexy as sin voice that should be illegal. His hand spread out over my back, slid down to the back of my hips and pressed me harder up against him. God, I could feel everything through the thin silk of my dress.

  “She was so beautiful,” he continued. “I thought I’d die if I didn’t get to touch her. She didn’t respond at first and I thought she wasn’t interested. I had to work for even the slightest smile. At first it was curiosity, determination that she would respond like all other women did—”

  I froze, his words almost breaking the sensual spell, but he soothed me with soft brushes of his lips against the corners of mine.

  “But then she smiled, and I was a goner. I didn’t realize it at the time but that was when it happened.”

  “When what happened?” I opened my eyes to look at him, holding my breath in anticipation. He was so close my world narrowed down to just the two of us.

  He smiled and it wasn’t the practiced Drew Callahan smile I’d seen so often on billboards and on the screen. It was real, and it lit his eyes with warmth and crinkled the lines at the corners. I sucked in a hard breath, my fingers itching for the weight of a camera to capture it. Now I’d seen it, I’d never be fooled by the other one again.

  “That was when I fell in love with you, Amelia.” His expression sobered, sudden doubt in the dark blue of his eyes. “And then you were gone and I didn’t even have a slipper left behind to track you down with. But…”

  He let go of my jaw and reached into his back pocket, pulling something free.

  I gave a surprised laugh as I recognized it, taking it and turning it over in my hands. “My lens!”

  “Not exactly a shoe but I had to work with what I had. Amelia?”

  My movements stilled as I looked up at him, heart thumping in my chest. “Yes?”

  “Did you hear what I said?”

  I had, but I was having trouble processing, my heart clenching as soon as I’d heard the words. Drew Callahan, sex symbol and movie heart-throb had just told me he loved
me… the man I’d been in love with for weeks even if I’d refused to admit it. As soon as I poked at the thought, though, warmth spread out through my chest and infiltrated my bloodstream.

  I loved him. I loved Drew Callahan. Even more now I saw the man behind the movie-star mask.

  “Yeah, but I’m trying to work out if I’m actually awake or if I slipped and hit my head coming up the steps earlier. I think I’m actually lying unconscious somewhere.”

  He snorted, an inelegant little sound of amusement. “Why would you think that?”

  I arched my eyebrow. “Have you looked in the mirror recently? Men like you do not fall in love with women like me. They fall in love with people like…”

  Shit. I swallowed.

  “People like?” he prompted.

  I lifted my chin. “The blonde woman who came to the studio? Your girlfriend, I assume?”

  This time he did bark a laugh, raking a hand through his short hair. “Kim? Fuck no, she wishes… darling, as soon as I saw you, anything I’d felt for any other woman was blown out of the water. Please…” his expression was fierce as he pulled me closer. “Tell me I haven’t blown it. Tell me I have a chance?”

  I was sure I was in some kind of dream but fuck it… Drew Callahan had just said he loved me. I was dead and in heaven obviously.

  “You…yo—yeah.” I nodded. Queen of the eloquent responses there. “Maybe.”

  “Thank fuck,” he breathed and the next instant he was kissing me.

  They weren’t the practiced kisses he’d treated me too before. Instantly I realized the difference. Before he’d treated me like glass, each touch and stroke carefully worked out. Now he kissed desperately, both his hands cupping my face as he drank from my lips.

  I sighed, the sound a soft moan as he parted my lips and drove within. The first brush of his tongue, sliding deep, sent shockwaves through my body. I whimpered and pressed closer, suddenly as desperate as he was for more.

  He ravaged my mouth, his kiss leaving nothing to the imagination. It was less a kiss and more upright sex as he made love to my mouth. I shivered, reaching for him, but realized I still had the lens in my hands.

  He growled as he backed me up. My calves hit the low leather bench in the middle of the upper gallery deck and a second later I was in his lap. Plucking the lens from my hand, he placed it on the floor.

  “Tell me you want this?” he murmured, his lips hot against my neck. “God, Amelia, I can’t stop touching you.”

  His lips claimed mine again before I could answer, so instead, I started to undo his shirt. My hands shook but he didn’t seem to care, a rumble of need in the back of his throat that turned into a growl as I got my hands onto him and stroked the satin over steel skin.

  His hand swept down my back, flirting with the curve of my waist before sliding over my hip. Off balance, I wriggled in his arms, straddling him so I could sit upright, my dress scrunched up over my thighs.

  He hissed as I settled astride him. I pressed my pussy against the thick, rigid bar of his cock tenting his dress pants. God, he was so hard…

  A whimper escaped my lips as I pressed harder against him. The need that had surged through my veins since that encounter in the studio came rushing back, taking my breath away. I rocked my hips and he broke away.

  “Fuck! You’re killing me here, baby.”

  I froze, my lips a hairsbreadth from his. “Should I stop?”

  Big hands closed over my thighs in a firm grip. “Fucking hell, no. Carry on. But…”

  He pulled back to look into my eyes. The expression in his stole what little breath I had left, desire and anticipation running amok through my system.

  “If you do,” he warned. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this bench.”

  Heat hit me broadside and I bit my lip as the moan escaped. His eyes flared. “Oh, you like that idea. Do you, beautiful?”

  I nodded, hardly able to breathe as I squirmed against him. “Yeah, a little. But what if people come in?”

  His smile was dark and full of sin and temptation. “They won’t. I paid the manager to send everyone home and leave. Door’s locked. We have the place to ourselves.”

  His hand stroked up my back slowly and I shivered, my eyes fluttering halfway shut. The sound of my dress zipper filled the air and the warmth of the sunlight washed over my back.

  My dress gaped at the top. Opening my eyes, I held his gaze as I let it drop to my waist, sliding my arms free. I wore my best underwear this time, the satin and lace confection that encased my breasts giving me confidence.

  Not that I needed it with the way he looked at me. Awe and reverence battled raw desire and need. He reached out to trace a fingertip under my breast, following the curve.

  Then he growled and moved. A second later I was beneath him, the sunlight a halo around his head as he leaned over me.

  “I’m sorry. Can’t wait.” His words were little more than a grunt as he stripped my dress from me with almost-rough hands. It was thrown to the floor beside us unheeded, and he sucked a breath in as his gaze racked down my body.

  Instead of cowering like I would have before, the look in his eyes gave me courage. I arched my back, showing myself off for him.

  His eyes darkened. Strong fingers snarled in the sides of my panties. Then he paused, stopping his action.

  “Tear them off,” I urged. “Buy me new ones. Then tear them off.”

  His small smile of thanks, little more than a quirk of his lips, was quickly lost under the tearing of fabric as he snapped the thin sides of my panties. There was a quick bite against my hips but then he yanked the ruins of the undergarment free and I was exposed to him.

  Heat and need tightened his features as he looked down at me. Emboldened by his responses, I parted my thighs a little. As much as I dared, color riding high on my cheeks.

  “Fuck yes…” He wasn’t as eloquent as he had been before, but the muttered curse hit me all the harder. His gaze flicked up to mine and speared me through to the core.

  “I can’t wait,” he rasped, claiming my lips in a ravenous kiss as he dropped his weight against me on the padded couch. “I’m going to fuck you now. Then I’ll make love to you.”

  “Oh god, yes, please…” I moaned, trying to suck oxygen into my lungs as he reached down to yank at his fly. His cock sprang free and I parted my legs eagerly. I wanted this, needed this…

  “Please,” I whispered, my hands sliding down his sides to his ass as I urged him on.

  He reached down, strong fingers sliding through my pussy lips. We both moaned at the slick wetness he found there.

  “So hot,” he muttered against my lips. “Already wet for me.”

  He moved his hand, pressed his cock against me and pushed.

  I gasped, all my attention on the point where we joined. On his thick, hard cock pressing into me, parting my pussy lips and forcing me to accept him. There was a little resistance at first and he groaned.

  “Fuck… you’re so small and tight.”

  He almost sounded pained, the expression on his face drawn as he braced himself over me. Then my body gave and he slipped in half an inch. Our moans of pleasure mingled in the air around us.

  He didn’t pull back to try and work himself into me bit by bit. Instead, with his gaze locked with mine, he just pushed. He used brute force to get inside me but so slowly it was killing me.

  Millimeter by millimeter his cock sank into me and I. Felt. Everything. Every thick inch, every vein, every ridge as it pressed, parted, and stretched the walls of my pussy.

  He groaned as he shoved the last inch to fill me completely. My pussy throbbed where it was stretched widely around him and I felt that burn. The one that says a guy is almost too big but fuck did it feel good.

  He paused for a moment, but the look on his face said it wasn’t to let me get used to him. No, the sudden contorted expression said he was fighting his own control.

  “Fuck me like you promised.”

  My whisper was a
command. One that had an instant reaction.

  With a snarl he reached for my wrists and hauled them above my head. He stretched me out beneath him as he pulled back. Pleasure hit me hard and fast as every inch of his cock stroked the walls of my pussy.

  Then he slid back inside me with a hard shove and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He didn’t stop there, setting up a hard and fast rhythm. Oh my god… the pleasure was intense, moans spilling from my lips as each thrust jolted my body and made the bench squeak.

  His face was a mask above me, his breath hard grunts as he used that body made for sin to fuck me. I watched, transfixed, as the muscles in his abs and hips bunched and contracted, the movement to drive that thick, hard cock deep into my body. Each time he did and our hips met, he ground against me, abusing my poor clit in the best way.

  I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. The only thing I knew was that not only did I love Drew Callahan… I was addicted to him in the worst, or best, possible way.

  I didn’t last long, not with him looking at me that way and the thick, gloriousness of his cock driving the pleasure and tension in my body higher.

  My release washed up out of the blue, tightening my pussy around him, and I came with a soft scream. His name I think. I don’t know. All I knew was that I had his cock deep inside me and I never wanted it to stop.

  His reaction was instantaneous. His thrusts got harder, faster, as he unleashed himself—his baser instincts—on my body and really fucked me.

  The sensual animal brutality stretched my release out but it didn’t last long. Within a couple of strokes his thrusts became jerky. Harder. Rougher.

  He gasped and thrust hard into me, his entire body rigid. He threw his head back and bellowed as he came, his cock jerking and pulsing as he pumped my pussy full of his white hot seed.

  I gasped as I realized he hadn’t worn anything. He’d fucked me without protection and heat hit me. All the gossip said he was meticulous about protection. Had starred in several campaigns advocating safe sex, for free… So the idea he’d been so intent on claiming me that he’d forgotten…