20. Miles

20

MILES

Zoe's body melted against me as I held her tightly and kissed my way up her neck to her lips. I still couldn't quite believe that this was happening. That she'd kissed me. That she'd let me undress her. That she'd let me taste her as she came into my mouth.

The taste of her release was on my tongue as I worked my way over her jaw and plunged into her mouth. She gasped at the sudden intrusion as her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me tightly. My hands moved to her hips, and I picked her up and carried her to the couch that sat against the brick wall.

As I began to lay her down, her grip around my neck tightened as if she were scared to let me go. Instead of laying her on her back, I sat on the couch, so she was straddling my lap. I wanted her to feel in total control. I didn't want this night to end. Even if all we did was kiss for the rest of the time we spent together, it would be amazing. I wouldn't change a thing.

I felt like a teenager, making out on a couch, fully dressed. There was something innocent about this encounter, even though she was completely naked on top of me. It was so pure, so full of discovery. It felt like I was experiencing everything for the first time. Not that there was anything innocent about my first time, which was when I was fifteen, and it had been with a much older co-star.

This was what it should have been. Two people exploring one another, making each other feel good. The rest of the world disappearing with a touch. A kiss. A look. My hands moved up and down the soft, bare skin of her thighs.

As our kiss deepened, her fingers fisted in my shirt. She tugged it up, and I lifted my arms and assisted her in pulling it off. Once it cleared my head, she stared at my chest. Her hands reached out, and she traced the tattoo I had on my chest.

I'd gotten it following the death of a co-star I'd previously worked with. It was the man who'd played my grandfather on Happy Trails . He'd taken me under his wing and was the closest thing I'd ever had to a father figure. It was his birthday in Roman numerals. Her fingers traced it, and she bent forward and pressed her lips to it tenderly. My eyes closed, and I ran my fingers through her hair.

She was so gentle, caring, and sweet. This coupling was so different than most of the women I'd been with, who were aggressive and bold. Zoe brought out a side to me that I wasn't sure I'd ever known I'd had. It was dominant and possessive. When I was with her, I wanted to protect her, to care for her, to claim her, to make her mine.

Her hands moved lower, down my abs, and she began to undo my jeans. I could feel her urgency even though there was hesitancy in her touch. She moved off of me so I could unzip my pants. I stood and began to do just that, but I realized I didn't have a condom.

I sighed as my shoulders dropped.

Her large green eyes lifted to mine. "What?"

"I don't have a condom."

"Oh, neither do I." She stared at me, her chest rising and falling as she bit the inside of her lip. "I'm on the shot, but…"

"I'm clean." I grabbed my phone from my pocket, pulled up my latest physical result, and handed it to her. "I have to get a full physical before every new project for insurance purposes."

She looked at the screen, reading my results.

I'd never had sex without a condom before, even in the relationships I'd had. I never trusted anyone enough not to, but for some reason, I trusted Zoe. But I didn't want her to do anything she felt uncomfortable with.

As she stared down at the screen, I realized how ridiculous what I'd just done was. I was pressuring her. We weren't animals. We didn't need to have sex tonight.

"I shouldn't have suggested or shown you that." I took the phone back. "We shouldn't do anything without protection."

"No." She reached out and touched my arm. "It's okay."

I wasn't sure if she was saying that what I had done was okay, as in she forgave me, or if she was saying it was okay, as in she wanted to have sex without protection. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs that I was sure she could hear it. Hell, I was pretty sure they could hear it down the street.

She bit her lower lip as she reached up, took the phone out of my hand, and set it on the end table. Then she started unzipping my pants again. I stared down at her, watching as her fingers slid the metal tab down.

A strand of hair fell across her forehead, and I brushed it off her face. Her eyes lifted up to mine, and a deep groan ripped from my chest. She was just so fucking sexy. Once my jeans were undone, she scooted back on the couch, lying down on her back. Her hair fanned out on the ivory pillow, framing her sweetheart face, full red lips, and round emerald green eyes. The curves of her hourglass figure caused beads of sweat to break out on the back of my neck. She was a goddess.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, truly confused at what I might be thinking.

"You really have no idea how sexy you are, do you?"

Her eyes closed as she shook her head dismissively.

"It's okay. I'll show you."

I shoved my jeans and boxer shorts down my legs and kicked my shoes off before moving over her. When I did, her legs wrapped around my waist.

The past couple of weeks had felt like foreplay leading up to this moment. Every moment I spent with her since she opened the door increased the tension between us. It was like a rubber band that was getting pulled back and had finally snapped.

My hand was between our bodies. I was lined up at her opening, but I had to make absolutely sure this was what she wanted.

"Are you sure?—"

"Yes," she cut me off before I was even able to get the question out. "Yes."

Our eyes locked as I pushed inside of her. Her body stretched as I entered her. Slowly, inch by inch, I sank into the velvety heat of her tight canal. A sexy whimper escaped from the back of her throat as her body pulsed around me.

I moved my hand to her leg. My fingers slid to the back of her thigh, lifting it higher, allowing me to drive deeper inside of her. The new angle caused her back to arch. I pinned her knee to the back of the couch with my body and then moved my hand up her torso.

One at a time, I lifted her arms that had been wrapped around my neck and placed them both above her head. I pinned her wrists down, giving me total control of her body. With one hand I laced my fingers with hers. I stared down into her eyes as our bodies moved in perfect time together.

Her inner walls started to contract, milking my shaft. I'd never felt the ridges of someone's body without the added layer of latex, and knowing that there was nothing between us only added to the intimacy of the moment.

I could feel my climax building. Tremors of tingles began to erupt as I drove into her again and again. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear how good she felt, how tight she was, and how good it was to fuck her. As soon as the words left my mouth, her fingers tightened against mine, and her back arched as her thighs began to tremble.

When I felt her inner walls clamp down on me, the thin thread of self-control I had snapped, and I thrust into her with a force that stole my breath. I was buried so deep inside of her that I didn't know where I stopped and where she began. My entire body seized as my climax overtook me. Pleasure whipped through me, drawing out my release until my entire body collapsed from sensual satisfaction.

As I drifted back from the haze of bliss, I rolled onto my back, bringing Zoe with me. She curled into me, nuzzling her face against the crook of my neck. My left hand held her tightly to me, and my right hand threaded through her hair.

"I have to leave tomorrow. We're starting principal photography in New Mexico."

"I know," she whispered.

"But I'll be back in four weeks."

She was silent.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, needing to know what was going on in her head.

"We can't…this can't happen again."

My heart sank as I ran my hand up and down her back. I wanted to press her on why that was, but I knew I had no right. Our situation was complicated, to say the least. I was grateful that she'd given me tonight, and if this was all I had, I was going to make the most of it.