Caz stilled her hand. “No, I’d do that one.” Taking disc five from her, he set it on the couch then lifted Ashley onto his lap. She smiled at him and straddled his legs. She’d kind of wanted to do this one too. He had a nice neck and he always smelled like soap, shampoo, and Caz. Leaning forward, she kissed his skin then tasted him with her tongue. His skin was smooth. He must have shaved before she came over. He tasted salty and clean, unique. Using her other hand, she brushed against the other side of his neck and continued.

His hand tugged down the neck of her shirt to expose her shoulder. Caz ran his tongue from her shoulder to her collarbone. The sensation made her bite down lightly against his neck. He returned the gesture on her collarbone, causing an electric feeling.

In reaction, she sucked his skin between her teeth then released him. Her forehead fell forward against his shoulder, and she trembled. Feeling adrift, she clenched her hands against his sides. Using his hands to lean her back a little, he nibbled.

She reached for him. Lifting his wrist to her mouth, she ran her tongue over the inside and gave it a kiss. She felt a faint tremor go through his powerful body and then he stilled. Her gaze fell on his mouth; her memory made her want to feel it. Ashley swallowed and tried to suck in a breath.

Caz lifted his head, his eyes on hers. She dropped his wrist and her hand fell to the couch. When her fingers landed against DVD five, she lifted the disc and shoved it against his chest, trying to calm her heart rate.

His hand fell over the top of hers. He took his own deep breath and his body shook against hers. The movement caused their hands to rise and she wanted to slide her hand under his shirt. She pulled her hand from under his and reached down for his hem.

Looking at DVD number five, Caz rose, sliding her off his lap. She fell back against the couch cushion and watched him. He inserted the DVD into the player and the images appeared. DVD five displayed another scene in the rain.

The actor stood close to the actress and he rubbed his hands against her sides. She moaned and leaned into him. His hands slid over her breasts and cupped the back of her neck, and he kissed her.

Ashley’s eyes widened. She’d forgotten how risqué this one was, how hot.

The damp of the weather made their clothes see-through. One of his hands slid under her thigh. He lifted her leg against him, then ran his other hand down to her other thigh to lift it too. She grabbed his shoulders to hold on while he supported her weight with his hands beneath her butt. The actress squirmed against the hero.

Caz hit stop before the scene even finished. “We can do that.”

“Uh. The weather’s rainy too. You already vetoed the water scenes.”

Caz held out a hand, and Ashley took it, unable to resist following him down the hallway. After opening a narrow door in the hall, he pushed her inside. His bathroom smelled like his shower gel. She took a deep breath and looked at him curiously. He stuck a hand into the stall and turned the water on.

Ashley laughed, relaxing, and resisted when he pushed her toward the water. “These are my only clothes.”

Caz lifted off his shirt and her laughter stopped. He had such a nice chest. How would his skin look covered in raindrops? She lifted a hand in his direction and her fingers trembled when she reached the skin of his abdomen. Flattening her palm against him, she stepped forward and raised her gaze to his mouth. She needed to feel his lips on hers. The nerves in her hand tingled as she rubbed against his skin.

He reached for the hem of her shirt and she let him lift it, helping him pull the material free from her head and arms. It dropped to the floor. She slid her left arm around his neck and her right around the warm skin at his waist. Arching, she leaned against his hardness, pressing into him—the feel of skin on skin amazing, wonderful. Ashley lifted her mouth toward his. “Mmm.”

His hands ran from her shoulders to her waist, sending sensations shooting throughout her body to her toes. Her knee raised and she hooked it around his leg to draw him closer. His head tilted and his mouth met hers with a moan. The kiss was magic, open and deep. All control lost.

Tap, tap, tap.

From the other side of the shower door, she heard a male voice, the AD.

“Caz, you in there?”

Ashley blinked. The interruption pulled her from the glow of sensation too fast, from bliss to bewildered in one second flat.

Trying to convince her body to cooperate, she stepped back, shaking. Caz resisted for a moment. Then he let her go and muttered a curse. Ashley bent down to grab her shirt from the floor and pulled it on.

Tap, tap, tap. “Caz? Can you hear me?” the AD asked louder.

Glowering at the door, Caz stepped backward and shut the water off. “I should have locked the trailer,” he said quietly to her.

“We’ve got some new script pages for you that’ll fix that scene with Petra,” the AD said. His voice was louder and clearer without the water running.

Caz reached around her to open his bathroom door.

The AD glanced between them curiously and said, “Hi,” like he found them together in bathroom stalls every day. Next, he handed Caz some pages. “Here are the new sheets. You’ll lead the vixen to the bedroom and strip off your shirt. Then when she thinks she has you where she wants you, you’ll stop.”

Ashley stepped around Caz and into the hallway. Her mouth felt swollen. Her face felt hot.

“It’s a real power move. Your character fully realizing that the vixen is a part of the conspiracy. It’s great.” The AD looked carefully at Ashley. “You’d better leave so he can learn the new lines.”

“Okay.” Ashley went to the living room to gather the DVDs.

The AD followed her and settled into a spot on the couch. He lifted a page of the script and stared at Caz expectantly.

Caz frowned as she left, but he didn’t stop her.

***

Ashley tugged the emerald green sheet over the corner of the mattress and one of the other corners popped off. She’d short-sheeted the bed. A sigh huffed out of her mouth. She flipped the sheet around and redid all the corners. Last night, she’d kissed Caz, really kissed him, and today she had to put sheets on the bed where he’d roll around with another woman. Hollywood. Once the director had found out that Lorene would be here today, he’d rearranged the whole schedule to accommodate her. Today they’d shoot the second love scene, the one with Caz’s character and his true love Aurora.

Which kiss would Caz choose? Ashley knew she had no right to feel put out, but she hated the thought of watching him with someone else. That would be her punishment for getting carried away last night. He was an actor, not her boyfriend; what had she been thinking? Ashley threw the flat sheet over the top and grabbed the fluffy comforter.

“Hurry up.” Cutter paced near the entrance to the costume area. “I need your help with the wedding gown.” He paced some more, muttering while she spread the satin comforter over the sheets. “The gown is priceless. I can’t believe we’re changing the schedule. I need to fit her.”

All the costumes were prepared in advance of filming, but Cutter performed adjustments and repairs on set. He wrung his hands. “This gown will be in a ton of flashback sequences. Every line has to fit perfectly.”

Boomer and a stagehand wheeled a squeaky mobile clothing rack past them into the dressing area.

Cutter said, “Be careful with those,” and scurried over to right a blue dress that was inches from falling off its hanger.

“PA,” the AD called.

Ashley released the pillow she’d cased and headed his way. The AD was talking to Cutter at the rack, and whatever he said made Cutter stiffen and charge into the main characters’ dressing room.