He kisses my hair, dragging me forward, and when he’s locking the door, I watch as he puts the key back in his pocket. “When did I give you my key?”
“In the trailer. Did you forget?”
“I . . . I guess so.”
His forehead wrinkles. “I’m only holding onto it until it’s time for us to head back to the studio. In case I need to leave to get you anything or pick stuff up from my hotel.”
“You’re going to stay here with me?”
“I . . . I don’t have to if you don’t—”
My fingers lock around his wrist. “I do. Please stay.” I want to say, “Stay, and make more movies with me,” but I don’t, in case it’s too soon.
He lets me lead the way to my room and helps me out of my clothes, then we get into the shower together after he makes sure the water is warm enough. Stepping in after me, he pours shampoo into his hand and washes my hair. He grabs my loofah next and scrubs my skin clean, the water around my feet going from light red to clear.
“Thanks for coming here with me.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.”
“Why’s that?” I say, blinking up at him as he pushes wet strands of hair from my eyes.
“Because I couldn’t do all this for you if I was, and you needed it.”
“I could have asked someone else. Justin was offering to—”
He cuts me off with a sharp stare. “And why would I want it to be anyone else when it could be me?”
“I . . . I don’t know why you’d want to even come back and stay here with me after what happened.”
“Because you don’t need to be alone right now, and like I said, it wasn’t your fault.”
“And why else?” My voice strains.
“I didn’t want Justin to keep touching you. I want to be the only one to do that.”
“What if I wanted Justin to?”
His expression turns to stone. “Did you?”
“No. I just wanted to see the reaction I’d get from you thinking I might.” I smirk and he lets out a disgruntled sound.
“Brat.” He spanks my ass lightly and I grab his face, smashing my mouth to his. He lifts me by the hips, holding me to the wall with his cock gliding over mine. He grinds harder against me, using his fingers to stroke us together, and I moan into his mouth. He swallows it down, our sounds vibrating between our tangling tongues, and I come on a cry only seconds later, my body sparking like a live wire, the smell of blood in the air adding to the euphoric sensation. He keeps fucking against me and uses me to reach his own orgasm until I’m completely desensitized.
After he rinses us both off, he turns off the water and wraps a towel around me before grabbing one for himself. He helps me out of the tub and to the kitchen table, where he opens his bag and pulls out two sandwiches, looking at me with a half-smile. “Because your manager interrupted us before we could get to them earlier.”
I chuckle, shifting in the chair until I’m comfortable, and he sits in the closest one beside me, yanking me close enough for our hips to bump. Tangling my legs with his, I lift my sandwich from the brown-paper wrapper and take my first bite. Neither of us says a thing as we eat beside each other. We don’t have to. I never have to do anything I don’t feel like doing with him, and he’s always okay that I don’t. Almost like he encourages it.
Sixteen
Hayden
Sterling is lying on a towel out by the pool with his head resting on one of his arms, the other at his side as his face soaks up the sun. His eyes are closed, and he has an earbud in his ear I don’t notice until I’m close enough. He’s been out here for two days with me. After the incident, we stayed at his place for one night and he woke up before me, packing a bag.
I set down an iced lemonade and he smiles up at me, reaching for the frosted glass. “Care to join me out here?”
“In a little bit. I have to answer some emails first and tell my next job about my last-minute change of schedule.”
His lips turn down. “Okay, well, hopefully you’ll at least be out here when I’m ready to do my daily skinny dipping.”