“Fuck, no.” His denial is immediate and vehement. “I’m honored, baby.”
I beam a smile his way. “I’m glad.” It doesn’t escape my notice that he didn’t say that in a hypothetical tense.
“I’ve never given my heart or soul to anyone before you.” He shakes his head and runs a hand over his hair. “I only wish I hadn’t been a dumb fuck when I was younger so I could say the same about my body. But I’ve been celibate for at least four years now.” His beautiful green eyes turn warm, and he smiles softly. “I can’t help but think I’ve been saving my body for you, even if I had other reasons for my decision that I’ll share with you later.”
It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t want to talk about it now because my mind is completely blown by everything he’s already told me. I don’t think I can take much more at the moment. “Go, take your shower. We need to get moving if we’re going to get any work done on changing up my stunts before you have to head over to The Lennox shoot with Cannon tonight.”
“We,” he corrects.
I don’t understand what he means. “We?”
“You’re coming with me to The Lennox.”
His explanation doesn’t help to clear it up for me very much. “I wasn’t planning on going since I’m not in any of the scenes they’re filming tonight.”
He narrows his eyes and pierces me with a firm look. “Consider your plans changed because you’re coming with me.”
He uses that tone of voice again; the one that says he’s not going to budge on this. “Alrighty then. We’ll have to stop by my trailer, so I can shower and change.”
“That reminds me.” He points at the pad of paper on the cushion next to me, and I pick it up figuring there’s something he wants me to write down for him. “When I give your list to the production assistant, I’ll tell them to move your stuff over to my dressing room.”
“Wait.” I’m not sure what I was expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t this. I look up from the notepad with wide eyes. “Why would you have them do that? My dressing room is fine.”
“Yeah, but mine has plenty of space for the two of us since it’s bigger.” He jerks his chin up and glances around. “And we’ll probably end up spending most of our time here since it’s more private. So, I’ll have them bring everything in your trailer over here.”
After that addition to my to-do list, he turns on his heel and heads into the bathroom—leaving me in a daze because he’d basically just told me we’re moving in together. At least while we’re at work, which is going to be the majority of each day while the movie is in production.
Chapter 5
Remington
Ainsley’s promise to herself was a surprise, but it only makes my respect for her grow. And, it doesn’t change my plans for us, it simply moves up the timetable. It’s the perfect excuse to get my ring on her finger and have her walking down the aisle to me as soon as possible.
I take a quick shower and dress in another pair of loose track pants and a fitted, black tee. When I walk back out into the main area of the trailer, Ainsley is still perched on the couch with the notepad, chewing on the end of the pen and staring out the window. My eyes zero in on her mouth, and I find myself irrationally jealous of that writing utensil.
My eyes sweep over her, and I hold back a growl of approval. I fucking love the way she looks in my clothes and if they weren’t so big on her, I’d insist she stay in them when we go to the hotel. It’s also impractical for her to wear them while we flesh out some of her stunt work.
“Done with the list, baby?” I ask as I approach her.
She stops nibbling the pen and glances down at the paper. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” Our fingers brush when she hands it to me, and an electric spark zings across my skin. Ainsley stares at her fingers and then looks up at me. “Is it always like this?”
“Is what like this?” I ask as I sit next to her and unfold her legs, setting her feet in my lap.
“Attraction. So tangible and overwhelming?”
I shake my head and run a digit down her arm, smiling at the shiver it elicits. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I admit. “But I have no doubt it will always be like this with us.”
She doesn’t say anything, but her full lips tip up at the corners and her eyes are bright with pleasure. I lift the pad and see that she’s written six or seven items on it. “You can add to this later,” I tell her before ripping the top piece off and folding it in half. Lifting my hips, I stick it in my pocket, then gently push her legs down and stand. Grabbing her hand, I pull her to her feet and kiss her nose, then mouth. I want to deepen it, but I don’t think I have the control right now. Besides, we have work to do.