He smirked. “If you answer my question, the possibility of dessert increases significantly.”
“What question?”
He gave me a blank look and I gave him one right back.
Suddenly, he stepped closer, invading every inch of my personal space. I inhaled sharply in surprise as his eyes drifted down to my lips.
“I want to kiss you…so bad.”
“Then do it,” I heard myself saying.
Wha…? Wait a minute. Who told you to say that?
Slowly, his hand inched toward my face. He brushed a strand of my hair out of the way, swiping his hand through my curls in the process.
“I want to kiss you so bad,” he repeated. “But I would hate to do that if you weren’t attracted to me.”
I could barely focus on what he was saying because the minute he had touched me, my heart started beating loudly.
“Kiss me and maybe you’ll have your answer,” I replied boldly.
He smirked and then his mouth was on mine. In mere seconds, my skin heated with the flame of desire burning inside me. This time, we didn’t have a photographer and a makeup artist watching us, so I didn’t hold back. I slid my tongue against his. He let out a little moan that vibrated into my mouth.
I had to give it to Jase, he was an excellent kisser. So excellent, I wanted his mouth on other parts of me. That last thought was sobering, yanking me out of the haze of desire I was caught up in. This was my co-worker, for all intents and purposes. I couldn’t cross the line with him. I stepped back, breaking the kiss.
Jase looked down at me with a satisfied grin on his handsome face. “I knew it. You’re attracted to me.”
I ran a shaky hand through my hair, stalling. But I couldn’t deny it anymore. Not after that kiss.
“Yes. I’m attracted to you,” I admitted in a whisper of a voice.
His grin widened and he started toward me, but I backed up.
“And I know you want to test the waters, probably take me on a few dates and then try to get me into bed.” He parted his lips to interject, but I kept talking. “Under different circumstances, I would have really liked that.
“Under different circumstances?”
“Yes,” I replied. “We work together right now and I really, really don’t want to mess that up. I need this job.”
“I get that, I really do. But—”
I shook my head. “There is no but. We work together. Whatever happens on those sets is fine by me, but anything outside of that is a no-go.”
“What about today, though? You were touching, kissing, and licking on me in ways that felt like more than just posing for the camera.”
“It was more than that,” I admitted. “But right now, I only feel comfortable going there with you in a professional capacity.”
Confusion and frustration were written all over his face. “No one has to know we’re dating or…kicking it or whatever,” he insisted.
I shook my head again. “Let’s just stick to work. Whatever happens on set is fair game. But what happens at work, stays at work.”
His eyes narrowed for a second, then widened when my meaning finally sunk in. And just like that, the smile was back on his face.
“Do you understand?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Oh, I understand all right,” he replied, smiling. “I can’t wait for our next shoot.”
Honestly? Neither could I.