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futures, they burn up the here and now. It’s physical, elemental.”
    Mick stepped forward, keeping his eyes locked on hers, stopping close enough to touch but far enough apart for her to ache over the distance.
    She frowned, her brow furrowed. “That’s a line from the book. It’s not in the screenplay.”
    He grinned. “I finished the book last night. Loved it. You’re an amazing writer.”
    Pleasure rushed over her. “I’m glad you like my book.” She knew her voice betrayed her delight at his words, but she didn’t care. The genuine admiration in his tone had lit up a part inside of her that had been dark for a while. She pushed it down, unwilling to take it too seriously right now.
    “It was fantastic,” he said, then licked his lower lip, making his mouth all the more kissable. “I’d love to get in your head and find out everything I can about Chance.”
    Oh God. She wanted him now. Here. On the set. “Stop that. It’s distracting. Talk to me about Chance. What else do you know about this scene?”
    “They come into this scene laughing from an evening spent with friends on the porch. And they dance together—the first time they’ve actually touched.” He pulled out his phone and suddenly a slow, sexy tune spilled out, filling the space with the perfect atmosphere. He placed the phone on the counter and extended a hand to her. “Dance with me.”
    Her pulse sped up, the combination of the scene unfolding before her eyes and Mick’s presence exciting her. He tugged, and she came willingly, following him as he took them through the steps. Mick could actually dance—the kind of dancing they taught in professional schools—so it took some concentration to loosen her limbs and let him lead. The song ended and immediately spilled into another with the same sensual cadence—filling the empty space with nothing but the notes and their breathing.
    Mick spun her out, catching her off guard, then pulling a happy laugh from her when he twirled her back in. Just like Chance had done with Regan. Resting against his chest, she knew he was the one to play Chance. Unexpected but solid, strong but tender—those things were all Mick as well. Some things were buried underneath the Hollywood image, but they were there if one looked hard enough.
    “What are you waiting for?” he asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Regan kisses Chance. Lays one on him that is so powerful he takes her against his better judgment. He is nothing but wanting and needing at that point. He’d kill anyone that tried to get between them at that moment.”
    Piper went breathless. He’d nailed exactly what she’d tried to convey. She raised her arms, fingers skimming the hard expanse of his chest to weave around his neck and pull his mouth closer to her own.
    “So, Piper…” Mick’s eyes darkened. He dug his fingers into her hips as he dragged her close enough to grind his erection against her belly. “Can you make me want you like that?”
    Hell, yes she could. Or die trying.
    Piper pulled his head down until she could claim his mouth. Just like the story, there was only sweet seduction, only a teasing of tongues and lips. They swayed together like that for a while, lips coaxing response, arms tight around bodies softened by desire.
    Mick teased a kiss along her brow and asked, “Why did you write this scene? What made you have to put it down on the page?”
    “You really want to know?”
    “Of course I do.”
    “Is this for research? For the part?”
    He pulled her closer, twisting a curl around his fingers, and bringing her head to rest against his chest. “It’s not all about the part. These characters, what they are feeling, had to come from somewhere inside you. I wonder why you had to get them down on paper. I’m fascinated by your creative process.”
    Piper had been asked the same question in a million different interviews, and she’d always had a perfectly prepared answer—fully vetted by the publisher’s PR