Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

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I look over at the little brunette napping in the passenger seat of my car. Her napping gives me the perfect opportunity to steal glances at her. When I picked her up she told me she hadn't gotten much sleep last night, wondering about where we were going and how the weekend will turn out.

My little starlet is something of a worrier.

I steal another glance at the sunlight gliding across her braided hair. She's in jeans and a tank today - one where the strap keeps slipping from her shoulder and drawing my eye to the soft skin it exposes. I shift to try to readjust my cock which has been aching from the moment she opened the door bare-faced and holding a duffle bag trying to drag her strap up her shoulder.

It doesn't help that the car smells like her. The sweet scent of her lingers around me like tendrils of lust curling around me until she is all I can think about. This girl is all I have running through my head. And to think, I was almost an idiot and let some perv stand-in fuck with her, slobber all over her, just because I didn't want to do the scenes with her. What a fucking idiot I was.

It wasn't just that Wisteria was a lot younger than I am that had me so out of sorts. I hadn't done a scene like that in years because I've not even wanted to pretend to fuck anyone in a long ass time. I haven't had a girlfriend or lover in… too damned long to remember. I honestly thought maybe I was too old to get my dick hard, or something like that. Hell, I didn't even masturbate. Until the night George handed me the packet for the little starlet sitting next to me now.

In fact, everything is different with Wisteria. I got hard as soon as I brought her bikini-clad body against mine. And kissing her…it was almost as good as fucking some girls. She might not understand what she is doing, but she has a natural sensualness about her that any man would be able to pick up on in seconds.

And the fact she is so innocent and… fresh, makes me painfully hard and very ready to go. And she has no idea. She didn't realize my dick was throbbing so painfully with her sitting on top of me in nothing but a thin-ass swimsuit. She had no clue that the idea from the photographer of her losing her top so that those soft, round enticing breasts could be pressed against me had me cumming all night after I got home.

I can't imagine what it is going to be like when we finally come together like that. And it is a matter of when, and not if we are. She might not know what to look for, but I do and I can see the wonder in her eyes when she realizes her body is waking up, the very real desire that burned for me during that first kiss. She might not understand why she wants to run from me right now, but she will and one day, she won't be able to run.

I turn into the driveway of a three-story white house and leave the car running. I should be looking at the house, trying to figure out what needs to be done this weekend, and getting back to work when this is all over. But all I do is sit and look at the woman sleeping beside me. Her face is sleep-flushed, and she looks soft and tempting with her head tilted to the side and her mouth slightly open.

God, I want to be the one who wins the right to watch her sleep, to kiss her awake, to stay with her while she rests. If we had been together last night, she wouldn't be sleepy this afternoon…because I would have made sure I loved her so thoroughly she slept deep and hard. Two words I would have been giving to her in more ways than just sleep.

The other cars start pulling in and I know my time alone with Wisteria is coming to an end. I'll have to share her again soon. I reach out and can't fight the urge to run the back of my hand over a soft cheek, my knuckles grazing along her jawline before I run my thumb over the swell of her bottom lips.

She wakes slowly, her lashes fluttering open before giving me a sleepy grin and coming fully awake. "Sorry for sleeping all the way here."

"Nonsense. You were tired."

I should take my hand away, but I just can't. Not yet. I have to feel the softness just one more time. "We're here."

She stares at me with big, innocent eyes and lets me rub my knuckles over her softness. There are questions in her chocolate orbs, but I don't think she's ready for the answers just yet.

"The others are coming."

I repeat it more to myself than to her. She nods but doesn't pull away from me even as I go back to running my thumb over her plump bottom lip. What would she do if I leaned forward and took another kiss? Would she deny me? Rush to the others for some source of protection? Or would she kiss me back?

"I… I guess we should…um," she says quietly and with a breathlessness that leaves me wanting to find out.

I finish the thought for her, "Go? Probably." But will I be able to let her?