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  “It’s a national forest to the south and east of us. Anyone can access those woods, and they do. True, this property and the woods to the north are private, but John told me hikers or hunters occasionally wander onto it. Not often, but it’s been known to happen.” He raised his eyebrows at her stubborn expression. She felt like one of those poor deer in the woods. Hunted. “You have one of the most recognizable faces in the country. All it takes is one person. One. And our cover would be blown.”

  She exhaled slowly. “I guess you’re right. It would be a shame if our time together was cut short.” She sounded breathless to her own ears as she resumed massaging his ass.

  She glanced over his shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw their reflection in a row of mirrored doors on the closet. The entire bed was displayed in them. She squeezed, her breath catching at the exciting feeling of Seth’s dense muscle combined with the vision of her hand on his gorgeous ass. Her clit tickled with excitement. She kissed his shoulder, but continued peering past him curiously, watching her hand massaging a buttock. His body was so male, so thrillingly different from hers. He was a long stretch of corded sinew and lean, rippling muscle. His skin color was beautiful, swarthy with a warm, gilded undertone. She smoothed her hand along his strong-looking, sculpted back and swept it back down, her palm itching to cup his ass once again. She was pale next to him. Never once had she considered herself delicate or small, but that’s how she felt next to Seth. That’s how he made her feel. His opposite. Feminine.

  Desired.

  Maybe he noticed her stillness and distraction.

  He calmly lifted his head off the pillow and looked over his shoulder. Their gazes locked in the mirror. A flash of excitement went through her when something sparked in his sultry, amber eyes.

  He turned back to her.

  “You like to watch,” he stated gruffly.

  Her mouth fell open in surprise, but a rush of heat went through her as well.

  “I remember. From that night we were together a few years back,” he explained, stroking her shoulder and back with his opened, massaging hand.

  Her hand fell away from his ass like it had burned her. A desire to deny it leapt up in her. She felt very exposed beneath his steady stare. It was a little embarrassing, having him say something so baldly, something so personal. His gaze flickered over her heating cheeks.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Says you,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze lowered. Didn’t that make her some kind of narcissistic nympho, that she found the image of her and Seth together highly charged and erotic? She found lots of things about Seth charged and erotic. The vision of them was just one of many things.

  For a moment, he neither spoke nor moved. Then he resumed caressing her, warmly stroking her back and the side of her waist.

  “It’s an unusual situation. Us having these weeks here together. We’re very attracted to each other. On my part, it’s unprecedented.”

  She glanced into his face, her embarrassment forgotten in the face of his honesty. “Me too,” she admitted truthfully, studying his sober expression.

  He nodded. “If we wanted to, we could take advantage.” She arched her eyebrows in interest. “We could be honest about what we like. We could indulge every fantasy.”

  A smile flickered across her lips. “Sort of like a sex-cation?”

  His mouth tilted. “If you want to call it that. But it would require complete honesty. Because otherwise, what’s the point?” He ran his first two fingers over her pulse. She realized her heart was throbbing in excitement.

  “That sounds very risky.”

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Or admit anything you’re not comfortable admitting. I won’t judge,” he said, meeting her stare.

  “Okay. I won’t judge either. I don’t want you to think I’m a narcissist,” she said in a whisper. “Especially knowing what you think of actresses. I’m not that fascinated by looking at myself in a mirror when I’m alone. But it excited me . . . excites me, to watch us together.”

  His narrowed eyes made a frisson of excitement go through her.

  “Your honesty excites me,” he stated bluntly. He put his hand on her back and urged her closer to him. The tips of her breasts brushed against his rib cage, her nipples tightening at the contact. He lowered his head and spoke near her ear, his hoarse voice causing shivers to course down her spine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I like watching myself touch your beautiful body. I love seeing my cock in you. I’m becoming addicted to seeing that wild, helpless look on your face when you’re about to come. I’d look at those things from every angle available to me, if I could. Does that make me sound like a narcissistic pig?”

  “No,” she said starkly. It makes you sound sexy as hell. She leaned back and looked at his face. “What . . . what else turns you on?”

  “Lots of things.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his wry reply, as if he were saying, Do you want the CliffsNotes, or the fully annotated edition?

  “How about something for starters?” she suggested.

  His expression hardened. “Okay,” he said suddenly. He pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. His warm hand drifted down her bare belly and skimmed lightly over her sex. Her body went tense with excitement. “Spread your thighs,” he murmured. She widened her legs. “That’s one thing.”

  He began moving just the edge of his hand flirtingly along the crevice of her labia, up and down, up and down. That teasing caress in combination with his lambent stare down at her had her tingling in anticipation. She realized belatedly she hadn’t understood what the one thing was. He noticed her raised brows. “When I ask you to do something, and you do it without questioning me,” he explained.

  “Are you saying it turns you on when I’m a pushover?”

  “No. It turns me on that we’re so in sync.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, a little stunned. Was that the key to why things were so boiling hot between them? That they were so attuned to one another?

  “But I’ll admit, it does turn me on when you submit. That’s far from being the same thing as being a pushover,” he added gruffly. “It’s a much more complicated, charged dynamic than that.”

  She felt her pulse thrumming wildly at her throat. What he’d said had excited her. She wasn’t sure that she liked the fact, but his primal masculinity and dominant manner of lovemaking did turn her on.

  And she had said she’d be honest . . .

  “At the risk of having you boss me around for three weeks, I’ll admit it turns me on when you take control.”

  A smile flickered across his hard mouth. His sawing hand lowered. The ridge of his finger burrowed just a fraction of an inch between her labia, creating a light, flickering pressure on her clit. She bit off a whimper.

  “I’m not going to boss you around outside of sex,” he said, amusement tingeing his tone. She gave him a skeptical look. “And outside of concern for your safety.”

  “From the description of this little sex-cation we’ve come up with thus far, that pretty much covers all the bases, doesn’t it?”

  His low, rough laughter was delicious.

  “Knowing you, you’ll have no problem putting me in my place if I get away from myself. And remember. You can always say no. Spread your legs wider,” he murmured, his mirth fading. He moved his hand when she opened even farther for him. She burned beneath his stare as he idly rubbed the cream that had gathered on the edge of his forefinger onto her hip while he stared fixedly between her legs.

  “It would turn me on if you shaved,” he said, his gaze leaping up to her face. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t like your pussy being hidden from me in any way. But it’s up to you.”

  Well. They had agreed to no-holds-barred honesty. Gia forced her mouth closed.
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  “Okay. Lots of women shave or wax, right? And you do. I like it. That you do, I mean,” she finished clumsily. She more than liked his round, full testicles. She recalled how he’d cupped and massaged them gently in his hand while she’d jacked his staff. “It would be a real shame to hide those.” She said her last thought out loud, her gaze flickering down his ridged abdomen to his cock. He’d hardened again. Her body quickened in excitement. She reached for him instinctively, but he caught her wrist and pinned it next to her ear on the pillow.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he said amusedly. “I feel the same way about this,” he said, letting her wrist go and cupping her sex. Heat rushed through her. She just stared up at him. He was so big. It turned her on when he held her like that. Better not to think of how much it aroused her when he held her that way with his left hand and stimulated her with that wicked ring. “I admitted to you earlier I’d seen a few of your movies. You may not be aware of it, but you regulate what you give away to the world. Just a hint of you is enough to have people lining up on the streets to catch a glimpse. I want all of you, Gia. I want you completely exposed to me.”

  She glanced at his face, surprised by his sudden intensity. His hand shifted between her thighs.

  “You don’t ask for much, do you?”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t like things in half measure. In your case, that preference seems exponentially strong.”

  Her gaze stuck to his amber eyes as his deep voice reverberated around in her head.

  “Okay. I’ll go shower now and shave.”

  He leaned down and pressed his small smile to her lips.

  Twelve

  Seth told her he had new razors, scissors and high-quality shaving cream in his bag. She’d never shaved before, so she took her time in the hot shower. Thinking of Seth’s reaction when she was completely naked for him added an element of excitement to the focus and care required for the procedure. Maybe she’d get a Hollywood wax at some point. It had been something she’d considered in the past anyway. Although she supposed she couldn’t get one during her current predicament. Seth wouldn’t let her go out without her disguise, and the beauty technician surely would be shocked to find out her male customer wasn’t a male at all.

  By the time their sex-cation was over, getting a wax might just depress her though. Seth wouldn’t be in her life anymore, after all.

  She suppressed the disturbing thought determinedly. That time wasn’t now.

  Finally, she was clean and smooth. Before she got out of the steaming shower, her curiosity got the better of her. What did Seth see that gave him that hot, rabid expression every time he stared between her thighs? She’d been looking at her sex closely while she shaved, of course. But now she took a moment to inspect herself objectively, something she’d rarely ever done. The hot shower combined with her previous arousal and orgasm left her labia plump and soft. She spread her sex lips. She looked vividly pink and glossy next to the pale, smooth skin of her thighs. The vision was surprisingly delicate and beautiful, but also flagrantly sexual at once.

  Oh. So that’s what he saw.

  Her excitement mounting by the second, she toweled herself off and applied a lightly scented moisturizer over her whole body. She donned her robe and went in search of Seth.

  She found him in the living room making a fire in the huge stone fireplace. At first, he didn’t hear her silent approach in her bare feet on the soft carpet. She took a moment to study him while he was turned away, watching the kindling he’d laid begin to catch fire. He wore a pair of dark blue cotton lounging pants that were held by a drawstring at his narrow hips. She took a moment to admire the phenomenon of his slanting, muscular, corded back. His skin took on a reddish-gold tint in the light of the flickering fire.

  Such a beautiful man. And he was hers.

  For now.

  He turned and regarded her soberly, and she realized he’d known she was there all along.

  “You have eyes in the back of your head,” she murmured, stepping toward him.

  He stood from his crouching position before the massive fieldstone hearth. Her gaze caressed his powerful chest before her chin tilted back to look into his impassive, handsome face.

  “If you’re so intent on what’s in front of you, you’ll forget what’s creeping up behind. I haven’t stalked in years, but that’s one lesson my father taught me that’s served me well over the years,” he said quietly.

  “I’ve never heard you speak of your father,” she said, taking another step toward him.

  “He wasn’t a big part of my life. He and my mom separated when I was six. He’s an alcoholic.”

  “I’m sorry,” Gia said, compassion rushing through her.

  “Jake, my older brother, got the brunt of it. He lived with my father for all of his childhood. It was a lot worse for him. I was an unexpected accident. My mother had me when she was forty-three. She’d learned to deal with my dad a lot better than when Jake was young. She and I got along really well, so I never felt any great absence without Dad being there. As things stood, my dad would show up occasionally—once in a while sober, even. When he was clean, he used to take me stalking with my two uncles. It was one of the few occasions where none of them would drink. I think the memory of their father influenced them in that, and even they had to admit drinking was counterproductive to stalking. Those memories with Dad, Uncle Mac and Uncle Gill are few and far between, but the ones I have are all good.”

  “Stalking?”

  He nodded. “For deer and elk.”

  “So . . . hunting,” she clarified.

  He shook his head. “We rarely went for the kill, unless Uncle Mac hadn’t worked for a while and needed the food. The challenge was to get within shooting or bow-and-arrow distance of the animal without it being aware of your presence. It required swiftness on the land and wits for tracking, but most crucially of all, truckloads of patience just to keep still for interminable periods of time.”

  “Oh,” she said, thinking. “I like that. It certainly sheds light on your control.”

  He studied her for a moment, the fire popping and crackling as it caught hold fully behind them.

  “I don’t get why you think I have control. I don’t have an ounce of it when it comes to you.”

  She couldn’t think of how to respond to such a blatantly sweet compliment.

  “The fire is getting warm,” he said, stepping back and sitting on the stone hearth before it. “Do you want to take off your robe?”

  Her heart jumped. She nodded.

  “Come here. I’ll take it off,” he said quietly, putting out a hand for her. She stepped in front of his long, bent legs. He opened his thighs and pulled her between them. He untied her robe, his brisk matter-of-factness about his task once again sending a jolt of arousal through her. When he parted her robe, she felt the heat of the flames curling against her naked skin. She found his slow, deliberate gaze moving down her body almost excruciatingly arousing.

  By the time he stared between her thighs, her clit pinched in acute anticipation. What did he think of her naked and shaved? It was hard to read his rigid, still expression. She was about to say something—she wasn’t quite sure what, but she couldn’t stand the heavy tension crackling in the air between them—when he reached with one hand and parted her flushed sex lips. Heat licked at her exposed outer sex. His impassive expression broke slightly, and suddenly he was leaning down, nuzzling her smooth labia with his lips and nose, inhaling deeply.

  She made a broken sound of surprise and arousal, her fingers running through his fire-warmed, smooth hair. Then he sent the tip of his tongue between the crack of her labia and agitated her clit, and she clutched onto his head as a wave of sensual heat rushed through her. She stared down at him, entranced, watching as his dark pink tongue laved her with a tight focus. He cupped her left buttock and pushed her closer, increasing the pre
ssure of his stiffened tongue. She gasped and moaned, her fingers tightened on his head. His single-minded hunger left her speechless and completely at his mercy.

  He slicked his tongue along her labia, as if trying to capture her essence. He pressed avidly against the sensitive folds, as if learning her flesh. She moaned in rising arousal when he swiped his tongue down toward her slit, teasing her with the tip. He lifted his mouth and again nuzzled the slit of her labia. He parted her sex lips with his fingers and sat back, his stare burning her.

  “Look at that,” he said thickly, awe tingeing his tone. “You’re so damn pretty. So sexy.”

  Gia didn’t know if she was really trembling, or if it was just some invisible, internal quaking from excitement. She watched him avidly as he leaned down and lapped at the moisture next to her thigh and labia. It was the most incendiary, erotic moment she’d ever experienced. She almost begged him to put his tongue back on her clit—the pleasure had been that sharp—when he pushed her back slightly and stood.

  “Oh,” she muttered in dazed surprise when he lifted her into his arms and started toward the bedroom. Her robe was falling off, the belt trailing behind them on the carpet, but Seth seemed impervious. He glanced down at her swiftly when they entered the bedroom. He looked beautiful to her in that moment, his face set and hard, her arousal glossing his stern mouth.

  When he set her down, it was on her feet before the large vanity in the luxury bathroom. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but he was busy briskly pulling her robe off the rest of the way. His thighs bracketed her right hip and buttock, cupping the side of her with his large body. He reached around her with his left hand and parted her sex lips with his thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, he ran the ridge of his forefinger between the flushed valley of her sex lips.

  “Look at that,” he rasped next to her ear. “Look how beautiful you are.”

  She gasped at the precise stimulation, having no choice but to stare wide-eyed and mute into the mirror before them. It was a brazenly sensual vision, his dark hand between her thighs, his finger moving so surely in her exposed flesh. She’d grown very wet. His low, rough growl in her ear sent her arousal even higher. Her clit began to burn beneath his rubbing finger. She moaned and flexed her hips against the pressure.