Page 47 of Wardrobe Malfunction

My confidence skyrockets. Well, it’s not every day that a man like him tells you he’s imagined kissing you.

We’re going hard at it, kissing like we’ve been starved of each other, his body molded to mine. I feel his hand wander to my ass, my dress lifting, and I wonder just how far this is going to go.

How far will I let it go?

Do I want him?

God, yes.

But in a warehouse?

No, I don’t think so.

Then, a door bangs, jolting us apart.

We’re staring at each other, chests heaving. His lips are swollen from my kiss, his cheeks flushed, his hair tousled. He looks like pure sex.

Good sex.

Hot, dirty, all-night-long sex.

I want him. Badly. Like I’ve never wanted a man before.

Footsteps start to come our way. I see panic fill his eyes, so I grab his hand and lead him away from the approaching footsteps, to the far end of the aisle and up toward the exit.

We fall out through the door, and I close it behind us.

It’s dark out, the area lit by one of the many streetlamps that dot the studio.

“So…” I lean back against the door.

“We shouldn’t have done that. I mean, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Oh. I deflate. All the good, amazing feelings I was having are gone, like the pop of a balloon.

“Okay,” I say. And I don’t really know what else to say or do, so I just start to walk away.

“Pins”—he catches hold of my hand from behind me, turning me back to him—“that came out sounding wrong. I wanted to kiss you. God, I want to kiss you.”

His eyes move to my lips. I wet them with my tongue. It’s automatic, but I won’t deny that the flare of lust in his eyes sends a thrill zinging to my clit.

“It’s just that I need to keep my name out of the press. I promised Jack, my manager, and I promised myself, no fucking around while I do this film. Brandon wanted me for the movie, but before he offered it to me, he had reservations because of the way I’d been living my life. I need this movie. I need the focus to be on this movie and not who I’m sleeping with.”

“We’re not sleeping together.” My voice comes out a little sharper than intended.

Okay, I intended it to be sharp.

“I know. I mean, I want to sleep with you…”

He moves closer, and my breath catches.

“Well, what I want to do with you wouldn’t require any sleep. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk. But I can’t. Not right now.” He steps back, dropping my hand. “I can’t get involved with you even though I really want to.”

“It’s fine, Vaughn. I get it.” And I do. Only my libido isn’t feeling too happy about it. “Friends.” I hold my hand out to him, forcing a smile onto my face.

He stares at it for a beat, and I remember how he rejected my hand the first time I met him.

I’m just about to pull away when he slips his hand into mine. Electricity fires up my arm, the feel of his rough hand reminding me of how it felt on me just those few minutes ago.