“Incredibly.”

Awesome. “And you aren’t trying to get rid of me yet?”

“Not a chance.”

Even more awesome.

She relaxed under his soothing massage, her nipple hardening under his fingers. She was exactly where she wanted to be, with the kind of guy she wanted to be with. Didn’t he know that?

Head pressed against his chest so she wouldn’t see his face, she told him. “I don’t want to be with multitudes of other guys. I want to be with you.”

“I know,” he whispered. He kissed her forehead and then nuzzled his face against hers.

He feels it too. Even though he won’t say it. Her chest warmed at the realization.

Then she started to sink again as she recalled the complexity of their situation. “How do we do this? Get to know each other, I mean. With you being you, and all. What do we do?”

He returned his hand to her breast. “I don’t know about you, but I’m fondling. I can give you some suggestions as well.”

“Micah, I’m serious.”

He sighed. “I know.” He was quiet for a moment and she wondered if he wouldn’t answer her. But then he did. “I don’t know. I haven’t done this either. Not successfully. The press likes to connect me with every woman I come into contact with. They’ll say that I’m with someone or another, and they will have pictures, but you can’t believe it.”

“I told you, I don’t read gossip magazines.”

“Good. Don’t start. And the minute they find out I’m seeing you…it will be tough, Maddie, I’m not going to lie.”

“So then we should try to remain media free. Don’t you think?”

“If we want to stay media free, we have to sneak around on set.”

She swallowed. “I realize that.” She couldn’t deny that it made her more than a little sad to be Micah’s secret. The way she felt about him, she wanted to tell the world. But they were still so new, and she really did want to give their relationship a chance. “I suppose I can live with it.”

He tilted up her chin so he could look her in the eye. “It won’t mean anything, Maddie. What other people say or know. It’s between you and me. If you wonder at all, you ask me. You have to promise.”

His seriousness was so startling she took a moment to answer. “Okay. I promise.”

“Thank you.” He released her chin and stroked her cheek. “If we stay low on set, the better shot we’ll have of staying out of the media’s eye. It won’t be easy. But while we have the excuse of working together I think we could pull it off. That gives us…what? Four weeks left to figure the rest out.”

“Four weeks,” she repeated. It felt like she was saying “four minutes”.

“To figure it out,” he added.

It was a step in the right direction. Nothing permanent, but at least she knew where she stood with him for now.

Micah shifted, turning his whole body toward her. “But we’re not figuring it out right this minute. Right now I seriously have some suggestions of things you could be doing while I resume my fondling.”

She grinned. “Naughty things, I hope.”

“Extremely.” He growled as his mouth found her neck, nipping along her throat.

Her heart flip-flopped at the primitive sound. “Tell me,” she hissed. “Tell me what to do.”

He lifted his head and gazed at her considering. “Touch yourself.”

“Hmm, what?” She wasn’t naïve—she knew what he meant. He wanted her to play with herself. But she’d never done that in front of anyone, and while she wasn’t saying no, she wanted him to tell her how to do it.

He circled her nose with his own. “I want you to touch yourself.” He licked at her upper lip. “As if you were thinking about me.” He kissed her once. “Do you make yourself come while thinking about me?”

Holy hell, did she ever. How many nights had she slept on wet sheets because of the orgasms she’d brought herself to with him on the brain?

“Yes.” She met his eyes.

“Show me.”

“Okay.”

His breath hitched and she felt a fresh pool of liquid between her legs. She was nervous and embarrassed as she pulled away from him, but she was also excited. Incredibly excited. Though she had never been turned on by the idea of playing with herself in front of another person, she was more than aroused by the thought now. She plopped the pillows up behind her and centered herself on top of them. Slowly she dragged her legs up until her knees were bent in front of her. Then, she let her knees fall open.

Micah’s eyes widened ever so slightly. He moved himself to a spot with a better view and focused on her intently.

She was tempted to move her hands directly to her clit. She was already turned on and it wouldn’t take long. But he wanted to see what she did when she thought about him, and her more intense fantasies of him started elsewhere.

She watched him as she ran her fingers through her hair, several times, pulling and tugging at the ends. “First, I think of you doing this.” She was surprised how sultry her voice sounded. “Then, your hands would move.” This time when her hands reached the bottom of her hair length, she continued gliding them down to her breasts.

His breath grew heavier as he watched her squeeze and crush her tits, his reaction emboldening her. She pinched at her nipples, tugging the buds until they stood erect.

“And then your tongue would arrive.” She licked her index finger then circled a nipple with the wet pad. Next, she brushed against the tip in a zigzag motion. She repeated the pattern on her other breast, the one closest to Micah.

He leaned in, eyes large and dilated and blew across the top of her wet bud.

“Uh-uh,” she chided. “You don’t do that in my fantasy. Not that it wasn’t nice, but you’re supposed to be watching.”

He pouted but sat back.

“After you thoroughly enjoyed my breasts—”

“I want to thoroughly enjoy your breasts now.”

She ignored his interruption. “You’d move your hands again. Lower this time.” She trailed her hands along the sides of her torso and down to her hips, then the outside of her thighs. When she reached her knees, she slid her fingers back up her limbs, this time moving up the inside of her legs toward her core.

Just as her hands reached her center, she swept them up to splay across her belly instead of touching herself where she ached for him. “You’d tease me like this.”

He grinned. “I’m such an ass.”

“You are. But eventually…” One hand moved up to grope her breast while the other descended ever so slowly until it sat just above her slit. She was so turned on by showing him this—by sharing this most private act. “Eventually you’d arrive where I wanted you most.” She skidded a finger past her nub, moaning at the sensation. She repeated the movement, this time with two fingers, stretching her outer lips.

Micah sucked in an audible breath as her two fingers circled her clit, little by little increasing speed. Her body thrummed with a new wave of electricity at each round.

“Are those my fingers?” His eyes blazed, fixed on her movement. “Or my tongue?”

“Your fingers.” Her other hand journeyed from her bosom, drifting past the motion at her nerve center stopping at her tight, wet opening.

“Yes,” he hissed as she plunged two fingers deep inside her. When she pulled them out, she dragged her hot liquid up to moisten her clit.

“Now it’s your tongue.”

“Yes, baby.” His voice was husky with need. She moved her gaze from his face and saw he clutched his hard shaft. So hot. He stroked his penis, his rhythm echoing her fingers as they plunged again and again inside her.

“Ah, that’s it, baby. That’s it.” His encouragement combined with the sensations of her moving hands and the intense heat of his stare brought her to orgasm. She quivered as she threw her head back and shouted her release.

While she was still mid-climax, she felt the bed shift underneath her, and heard the rip of a foil packet. Then he was on top of her, inside her, with one deep thrust he filled her to the hilt.