“Not really,” she admitted.
“Imagine a packed set. An audience whistling, three cameras pointed directly at you. You’re thinking about how to stay on your mark, where to hold your head so you don’t block your costar’s close-up.” He dipped his voice into a low sensual husk. “Am I turning you on yet?”
She was starting to see his point. “No, I guess not.”
“No. You guess not.” The heat returned to his eyes. “When I kiss you, though...”
He leaned in for another kiss, but this time he didn’t hold back. She got tongue, and a lot of it. Even the way he cupped her jaw and stroked his fingers into her hair was intimate. This kiss was raw, real. It was just for them and their enjoyment and there was nothing polite about it.
He slipped his tongue against hers, pressing her body deep into the couch cushions. By the time he tried to finish the kiss with a tug of his teeth to her bottom lip, she was clinging to him, her arms and legs wrapped around every available part of him.
“I’ve never kissed Sarabeth that way.” He kept his focus on her face while he ran his knuckles over her breast and up again, teasing her nipple beneath her thin cotton shirt. “And this sort of touching is way too hot for our show.”
Clutching his neck, she tugged his mouth to hers and tilted her hips. Brazen from his earlier exploration, she didn’t hold back when she challenged, “Show me what other moves you haven’t done with Sarabeth.”
“You sure?” he asked cockily. “There are a lot of them. We can’t possibly do them all in one night.”
“Maybe not.” She bit his lip, then soothed it with a gentle lick. “But we can try.”