Chapter 15

Victoria

I'm notsure what I expected when I went to Hayden's trailer—heart pounding with a combination of anticipation and nerves—but it wasn't to find him in a towel, rivulets of water sliding over the carved lines of his abdomen. And it certainly wasn't for him to pull me inside and kiss me within seconds.

But if this is what our "fittings" look like from now on, I can't say I have any complaints.

"Hi," I say in response to his greeting, dragging a hand down his torso, marveling at the fact that I get to touch this man. Hayden Maddox. Movie star. Carved Greek god.

Who's somehow interested in me.

Last night after getting Erin to bed, I spent far too long standing in front of the bathroom mirror in my underwear, turning this way and that, inspecting the dimpled skin on my upper thighs and the stretch marks on my soft lower belly. Physical reminders that I'm definitely not the same girl who found herself pregnant and abandoned all those years ago. I'm older. Wiser—I hope. And softer. Rounder.

A far cry from the tight, toned, twenty-somethings that he's usually photographed with.

And now, faced with Hayden Maddox in all his glory—I can probably think of him as just Hayden now, but that'll take some getting used to—I think he might be skinnier than I am, and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that.

Flustered, I hitch a thumb over my shoulder. "Um, did you need to try on the costume?"

His wicked chuckle launches butterflies in my stomach, and he tugs me close again, shaking his head. "No. The costumes are fine. You should know that. You were here for my last fitting."

"But Mia said—" He cuts me off with a kiss.

"I know," he whispers, dropping light kisses on my lips, over my cheek, and behind my ear between words. "Remember? I told you I'd come up with an excuse for you to come to my trailer. It needed to be believable, and what's more believable than a movie star making ridiculous demands?"

Between getting flustered about this meeting and all of my usual busyness, somehow that had slipped my mind.

He pulls back enough to smile at me, his amber eyes twinkling, and I can't help smiling back. Then he's tugging on the sleeves of my jacket, revealing the oh-so-sexy navy blue scrub top beneath that I still have on from work. When I got Mia's text today that Hayden Maddox needed me to make more adjustments to his costumes, I came straight from work without even stopping at home to change like I'd planned.

His fingers slip under the scrub top, and he starts lifting. I obligingly raise my arms, helping untangle myself from the fabric, leaving me in a white tank top and scrub pants. After tossing my top aside, he pauses, his hands bracketing my hips, his thumbs slipping between the tank top and pants, drawing tiny circles on my skin.

Looking down at me, he gives an appreciative grunt. "You're gorgeous, Victoria."

It's such a simple compliment, but for some reason it makes my cheeks heat with a fiery blush. "Thanks?"

He huffs a laugh. "You're welcome." Then he bends his head to kiss the side of my neck. His lips on my skin feel delicious, and now that more of my skin is available, he takes full advantage. With one hand, he cups my head, tilting it to give him more access to my neck, and he uses his other hand to tug the tank top strap and my bra strap out of the way. They slip off the point of my shoulder, baring that entire expanse to his mouth.

When I sigh and sag against him, he lifts his head with a soft chuckle and leads me to the couch, moving the clothes there out of the way. Then he resumes his mission, kissing my shoulder and over my chest. Pulling his head away, he lifts his eyes to mine, fingering the neck of my tank top, checking in as he slowly tugs it down, revealing the simple peach cotton bra beneath.

God, I wish I'd figured out what he was doing by saying he needed another fitting. I mean, I knew we planned on seeing each other today, but I didn't realize …

And while I sort of guessed we might end up naked—though I didn't expect him to basically be naked when I arrived—which means I shaved, I didn't bother to wear fancy lingerie. Mostly because I don't have any fancy lingerie. I do have one bra that's more lacy, though. It's prettier than the plain cotton one I put on this morning. And if I'd been thinking, I'd have stopped at home and changed like I'd planned instead of showing up in scrubs and cotton.

When he tugs the cup of my bra down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, I let out a low moan. Sweet baby Jesus, this man knows exactly what he's doing. He sucks harder, making a soft sound of satisfaction at my reaction. His hand snakes under my top, giving attention to my other breast, and suddenly I'm wearing far too many clothes.

But I can't bring myself to stop him. I don't want his mouth to leave me, but I want my tank top and bra to disappear. When he eventually lifts his head, I take advantage of his voluntary stopping to reach for the hem of my top and start lifting.

Smiling, he helps me get it off, tossing it to the side as I reach behind me to unhook my bra. He stares at my chest, cupping my generous breasts in his large palms, kneading and plumping before he sucks on my other nipple, the sensation sending a zing straight to my clit, like there's a cord connecting it to my nipple, and the suction there causes my clit to swell too. My hips shift, seeking some kind of friction, and he moves, his leg inserting itself between mine as we gradually lean back farther onto the couch. His thigh presses against my crotch, giving me something to grind against, and it's both exactly what I need but nowhere near enough.

He has my leg trapped between his, and I can feel him long and hard against my hip, the towel barely covering him at all now. One quick tug and he'd be completely naked.

It's tempting. So tempting.

I glide my hands over the smooth expanse of his back, feeling his muscles ripple and contract as he moves, my fingertips just grazing the top of the terrycloth covering his ass.

Lifting his head, he quirks one eyebrow, a smirk playing over his lips. "Should we move to the bed?" he asks, dropping a soft kiss on my hard nipple, shiny with his saliva.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask, needing to know before I let this go any further.

He dips his chin in a quick nod, a frown sliding across his face. "Of course. I wouldn't?—"

"Good," I interrupt, shifting back so I can stand.

That seems to mollify whatever made him frown because his smile is a thing of beauty as he pushes himself to sitting. "Good." When he stands, the towel stays behind on the couch, and I get a good look at all of him for the first time. Long and lean, rippling abs, that groove between his lower abs and hips, and a long, thick cock standing out hard and proud from a trim nest of dark hair.

When he catches me checking him out, his smile turns wicked. "Don't worry, baby," he says, holding out a hand, "I'll make sure you're good and ready."

Suppressing the urge to giggle—because that would definitely be a mood killer—I toe off my shoes and place my hand in his, letting him pull me to my feet. He leads me to the back of the trailer, through a narrow pocket door that opens almost directly onto the bed. Backing me up against the foot of it, he bends and kisses me, pulling me tight against him, and his skin feels so good against mine.

It's been long enough since I've had sex with anyone that I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to be skin-to-skin with someone. Honestly, naked cuddling would almost be enough for me right now.

But I definitely want more than naked cuddling, and it's clear Hayden does too.

With gentle pressure, he guides me onto the bed, and I scoot back, making room for him to crawl over me. His fingers find the drawstring at the waist of my pants, giving it a tug. Then he delves his hand under the fabric, past my panties to my thigh at first, then back up, tracing the edge of my underwear—more basic cotton, but at least it's a thong, because I can't stand visible panty lines, even in scrubs.

But the suspense is killing me, and I'm shoving my pants off before he gets the chance to. He pays more attention to my nipples, working his way down my body, his hand constantly moving between my legs, rubbing my clit through my underwear. Positioning himself between my thighs, he tugs my panties to one side and licks me. The sensation is so unexpected that my hips lift involuntarily.

I mean, yeah, I knew that's where he was headed, but it all happened so fast that I barely had time to register it was happening before the soft heat of his tongue was giving me exactly what I needed. He takes his time, licking and sucking and seeing what gets a reaction out of me, and dear god, I've never had someone eat my pussy so thoroughly. It's a revelation.

Eventually he gets annoyed with my underwear, I guess, because he tugs them down, and I help him get them the rest of the way off, leaving me completely bare for him. He eases a finger inside me, grinning as my inner muscles clench in response. "That's it," he encourages in a whisper. "I got you." Then he's laving my clit with his tongue, sucking and licking while his finger pumps inside me, finding my G-spot and driving me crazy.

When he finds the sweet spot, I must give some kind of indication that he's got it right, because he stays there, humming encouragement as my orgasm barrels into me like a freight train, all the more powerful for being unexpected.

I can't even remember the last time a man gave me an orgasm. Erin's father was probably the last one, and honestly, that's part of the reason I ended up with Erin. He left me boneless and brainless and I didn't think to make sure he was using a condom every time, instead trusting that he would, thinking the consequences of unprotected sex would be enough incentive.

Stupid me.

The men I've been with since moving back here, while nice enough—otherwise we wouldn't have gotten to the naked part, after all—made an effort, but never managed to find exactly what I needed. And while I can reliably give myself an orgasm, it's a lot more difficult to tell someone else where and how to touch me to make it happen.

Hayden stays with me, licking me through my orgasm until I'm practically crawling away from him, rising over me with a grin, his chin shiny with my juices. He wipes his face with his hand and crawls up my body, pulling me close and grinding his hard cock against my hip again. Kissing me, he slides a hand down my arm, finding my hand and putting it on his dick, wrapping my fingers around him and moving our hands together, releasing his hold when I take over.

He moans into my mouth, pressing himself into my grip. "God, Victoria. You're so fucking sexy," he whispers against my lips.

"Condom," I whisper back, and he nods, reluctantly pulling away.

He's on his knees, reaching into a small compartment I hadn't noticed next to the bed, when someone bangs on the door. He freezes. "Shit." The curse is little more than a whisper.

Neither of us moves, but the banging comes again.

With a heavy sigh, he climbs off the bed, sliding open another narrow pocket door and pulling out a pair of joggers and a shirt. "Get dressed. Quickly," he whispers to me before yelling, "Hang on! I'm coming!" Tossing a glance and a crooked grin at me as he yanks the white shirt over his head, he whispers. "I wish."

I'm scrambling for my clothes—which he tosses through onto the bed on his way to the door—doing my best to stay hidden as I put them on when he answers the door. "What?" he barks, sounding so annoyed. Although, given what was just interrupted, he might genuinely be as annoyed as he sounds.

Mia's voice floats through the open door, sounding equally annoyed. "I know you had some notes on the costumes, Hayden, but it's not like you to be such a demanding diva. Why are you keeping my assistant so long? I need her back. And since you're clearly back in your own clothes, there's no reason for you to hold her hostage. Where is she?"

"I'm right here," I call, catching a quick glance at myself in the mirror, smoothing my hair quickly, and hoping my flushed face isn't a giveaway. I stuff my feet back into my shoes as I grab the costumes off the couch. "Sorry, Mia! I must've eaten something bad on the way here. Hayden was gracious enough to let me use his restroom and offer me some water."

"And I insisted she rest for a few minutes before you put her back to work," he adds, turning to face me from his place beside the door, offering me a tight-lipped, conspiratorial smile.

I ignore him, though, keeping my face bland. "Sorry for the delay, Mia."

She pokes her head through the open door, surveying me with her brows pinched. "Are you sure you're okay? We have a lot to get through today, and I could really use your help. But if you're sick …"

"I'm fine." I plaster on a smile, and with one last glance at Hayden, follow her out the door.