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influence of the vodka and after she’d convinced herself he wasn’t her Mr. Right, she still wanted him.
Caitlyn shucked her clothes and donned the underwear and a robe, and then walked across to the bed and sunk onto the edge. She placed her head in her hands. Five deep breaths later, and the sound of Sean’s voice grew nearer. God, it was happening. It was really, really happening.
Thankfully, the build up shot was in the lounge and would be filmed another day from a smaller villa. Sean just wanted this room for the love scene, and she could see why. Four posts rose from the corners of the sturdy oak bed frame. White silk material draped with art-like precision around the top, and the view of the ocean, even with the dark clouds, was spectacular. The room was magical.
The bedroom door swung open and Julie entered, followed by Sean, two cameramen, the boom operator, and, at their heels, Jake. Her eyes widened as he entered and her heart leapt into her throat. He hadn’t bothered with a robe.
His body was a masterpiece. A sculpture of flesh and muscle even Michelangelo would have been proud of. Wide shoulders rippling with undisguised strength led down to a slightly narrower waist. His chest was defined solely by muscles, and gold hair sprinkled from the heart of him all the way down to a pair of skintight bare briefs. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Caitlyn turned her attention away to hide the fact that her body was melting from the inside out.
“Okay, guys, you know the drill,” Sean said and sunk into a fold-out chair beside the wicker wardrobes.
The cameramen set up at the side and rear of the bed. Jake approached her, his jaw tense and his eyes shuttered. She tried to stand, willed herself to run, tried to move at all, but couldn’t. She was trapped in his gaze and under the spell of want his near-naked presence had caused.
He lowered himself onto the bed next to her, and then leaned close to her ear. “It will be okay. You’ll do great. I promise.” The whisper of his breath made her shiver.
The secret place between her thighs ached and her nipples tightened. She wished, with all her heart, she could just be immune to him. Caitlyn had been counting on the vodka to assist. She never had any luck.
Caitlyn nodded, not trusting her voice. He took her hand, stood, and pulled her up with him. One of his hands settled on her lower back and rubbed small circles, while he threw back the sheets. Even through her robe, she could feel the heat of his skin seeping into her, turning her body into a shell of vibrating hormones.
He laid down on the bed and tugged her hand for her to follow. She kept her attention on his eyes, knowing his body would only make her arousal far worse. A deep, almost feral hunger was barely concealed in the chocolate depths. Her stomach quivered as that same hunger sped through her body, banishing her insecurities. With trembling hands, Caitlyn slid off the robe.
Jake pulled her to his side with a tenderness she wouldn’t have guessed he possessed. Her heart gave a tug in her chest, but the heat raging through her veins, blended with the warmth of the vodka glow, made every inch of her skin sensitive and wiped the thought away.
With the covers propped loosely on his hips, he rose over her and she instinctively opened her thighs. Jake moved between them and propped his weight on forearms bracketing her head, the muscles there bunched with the pressure. He gave her a tense smile.
“Action,” Sean called, and Caitlyn’s breathing sped.
Jake threaded his fingers through her hair and angled her head toward his face. Tension lined the hard planes of his jaw. She linked her arms around his back and felt the muscles bunch beneath her fingers. His breathing grew ragged along with hers.
Jake brushed his mouth against her jaw, her cheek, and then finally her lips. Caitlyn could feel his bare thighs against hers. Fire spiraled out from her core and spread to every part of her body. His
Caitlyn shucked her clothes and donned the underwear and a robe, and then walked across to the bed and sunk onto the edge. She placed her head in her hands. Five deep breaths later, and the sound of Sean’s voice grew nearer. God, it was happening. It was really, really happening.
Thankfully, the build up shot was in the lounge and would be filmed another day from a smaller villa. Sean just wanted this room for the love scene, and she could see why. Four posts rose from the corners of the sturdy oak bed frame. White silk material draped with art-like precision around the top, and the view of the ocean, even with the dark clouds, was spectacular. The room was magical.
The bedroom door swung open and Julie entered, followed by Sean, two cameramen, the boom operator, and, at their heels, Jake. Her eyes widened as he entered and her heart leapt into her throat. He hadn’t bothered with a robe.
His body was a masterpiece. A sculpture of flesh and muscle even Michelangelo would have been proud of. Wide shoulders rippling with undisguised strength led down to a slightly narrower waist. His chest was defined solely by muscles, and gold hair sprinkled from the heart of him all the way down to a pair of skintight bare briefs. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Caitlyn turned her attention away to hide the fact that her body was melting from the inside out.
“Okay, guys, you know the drill,” Sean said and sunk into a fold-out chair beside the wicker wardrobes.
The cameramen set up at the side and rear of the bed. Jake approached her, his jaw tense and his eyes shuttered. She tried to stand, willed herself to run, tried to move at all, but couldn’t. She was trapped in his gaze and under the spell of want his near-naked presence had caused.
He lowered himself onto the bed next to her, and then leaned close to her ear. “It will be okay. You’ll do great. I promise.” The whisper of his breath made her shiver.
The secret place between her thighs ached and her nipples tightened. She wished, with all her heart, she could just be immune to him. Caitlyn had been counting on the vodka to assist. She never had any luck.
Caitlyn nodded, not trusting her voice. He took her hand, stood, and pulled her up with him. One of his hands settled on her lower back and rubbed small circles, while he threw back the sheets. Even through her robe, she could feel the heat of his skin seeping into her, turning her body into a shell of vibrating hormones.
He laid down on the bed and tugged her hand for her to follow. She kept her attention on his eyes, knowing his body would only make her arousal far worse. A deep, almost feral hunger was barely concealed in the chocolate depths. Her stomach quivered as that same hunger sped through her body, banishing her insecurities. With trembling hands, Caitlyn slid off the robe.
Jake pulled her to his side with a tenderness she wouldn’t have guessed he possessed. Her heart gave a tug in her chest, but the heat raging through her veins, blended with the warmth of the vodka glow, made every inch of her skin sensitive and wiped the thought away.
With the covers propped loosely on his hips, he rose over her and she instinctively opened her thighs. Jake moved between them and propped his weight on forearms bracketing her head, the muscles there bunched with the pressure. He gave her a tense smile.
“Action,” Sean called, and Caitlyn’s breathing sped.
Jake threaded his fingers through her hair and angled her head toward his face. Tension lined the hard planes of his jaw. She linked her arms around his back and felt the muscles bunch beneath her fingers. His breathing grew ragged along with hers.
Jake brushed his mouth against her jaw, her cheek, and then finally her lips. Caitlyn could feel his bare thighs against hers. Fire spiraled out from her core and spread to every part of her body. His
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