“Yes?”
“Are you on board?”
Troy’s chair spun, and he stood, facing her. Those dark eyes met hers with expectation. The expectation that she would obey. That she would follow. That she would not question.
She swallowed hard and broke the powerful eye contact. His chest was wide and strong, his abs tight, his skin tan.
“Y-yes,” she said.
Jeff turned and yelled at the cameramen, making her jump. Troy picked up a bottle of water on his way to her, took her hand and pulled her off to the side near the ledge.
He uncapped the water, took a long drink and offered it to her. After she did the same, he set it aside. Then he gave her two hundred percent of his undivided attention, and Giselle felt it all the way to her soul. He stroked her hair off her face and tilted her chin back. His touch made her body shiver to life. “Look at me.”
When her eyes were on his, he scanned every inch of her face slowly, intimately, as if the atmosphere in the room wasn’t ratcheted up to high gear. His gaze flowed over her, dark and liquid. His fingers stroked her face and neck with a feather-like touch, making her ache for more.
“We’re in no rush,” he murmured. “We have all the time in the world. It’s just you and me. In the moment. No past. No future. Just Ellie and Troy. Right now.”
Pain bit at her heart, and her eyes slipped from his.
“Only good thoughts. No pain. No regret. Just now. Just us. Just the perfection of you and me, angel. It’s still in here.” He touched the spot over her heart with the backs of his fingers, rubbing gently. “Close your eyes. Slow, deep breaths. That’s it. Let go.”
In those two minutes, she swore she relaxed one hundred percent.
“That’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Remember how good it was,” he whispered against her mouth, then kissed her again. “Remember how close we were. Remember the way you used to finish my sentences. The way I could read your mind.”
He quickly became her only reality. He’d always been able to draw her in so completely, she lost track of everything but him. She relished the escape, the comfort, the pleasure. Her entire body released three levels of stress she hadn’t realized she’d been holding on to until they vanished. Until she felt fifty pounds lighter.
He pulled her lower lip between his and suckled gently. He smelled like soap and heat and sweat and Troy. Raw, real Troy. Excitement blossomed low in her belly. She swayed into him, and he was just like she remembered, solid, steadfast, supportive.
“Very nice.” He pressed his hips into hers gently, just enough to brush his erection against her. Just enough to make her moan for the feel of it. “Mmm, baby, you are delicious.”
“Ready on set.” Jeff’s voice was either quieter or Giselle’s hearing had faded in the pump of blood in her ears. But as Troy eased away, the entire cave seemed quieter, more still, like Troy had put everyone into a trance.
“I want your mind filled with me, Ellie.” His fingers pulled on the tie of her robe. “Just me. Just me, and the way I make you feel.” He brushed the robe off her shoulders, and she was naked except for flesh-colored panties. “Christ, you are gorgeous.”
He bent at the knees, wrapped his arms low on her waist, and lifted her effortlessly. Giselle’s legs parted and wrapped around his hips. His cock rode her heat, and he murmured, “Perfect.”
He took the few stairs to the ledge smoothly, lowered to one knee, and laid her back as if he’d done it a million times.
Distantly, a soft “And action” registered.
But Troy instantly drew her attention again. “Do you ever fantasize about us, El?” He was on his knees and elbows, his gaze so soft and intent on hers, he really did make her feel like they were alone. Like there were no lights shining on them, no eyes beyond the lights watching. “Ever dream about us?”
He tilted his head and licked her lips. Heat streaked across her ribs, and she opened to him, the way she always opened to him. Then met his tongue, and they swirled together. He tasted strong and male, forbidden and dangerous, and heartbreakingly familiar.
He eased his hips between her thighs, resting against her. His weight created a decadent pressure, the rigid swell of his cock in line with her heat, and she bent her knees, sliding her thighs along his hips, his sides, then back down. His bare belly pressed hers and she pulled in a breath at the contact. The warm, sizzling contact. His fingers combed through her hair, tightened in the strands, and dragged her head back. Then his body covered hers, and his mouth came down on her throat, his teeth nipping at her skin, making her body move the way it should for the scene, but with absolutely no thought. Skin against skin. Warmth. Pleasure. Sensation. Lust. Need. They filled her heart, tightened her breasts, quivered in her belly, melted between her legs.
Her mouth dropped open, arms stretched overhead as Troy palmed one breast before swirling his tongue around the opposite nipple. A sound escaped her throat, part sigh, part moan, and offered herself for more. He opened wide, covering as much of her breast as he could, sucking hard, scraping her skin with his teeth.
She lifted her hips, her sex aching for pressure, but Troy was sliding south, his hands covering her breasts while his mouth traveled across her ribs, down her breastbone, over her belly button. Giselle closed her eyes, focused on the feel of his mouth and hands on her skin. Troy’s mouth. Troy’s hands. Emotions blended—love, excitement, loss, pain, confusion—each heightening the others, all intensifying her reaction to his touch.
And when his mouth traveled lower than the script called for, Giselle’s fingers curled into fists, her head rolled side to side, and her hips lifted into the heat and pressure of those amazing lips. He closed his mouth over her and hummed. The vibrations shivered through her skin, tantalizing her clit. Giselle writhed. So close. She was so close.
“And…cut.”
Jeff’s voice shattered Giselle’s fantasy world. Worse, Troy lifted his mouth off her, pulled his hands from her breasts, and pushed up to all fours, hovering over her. He licked his lips, his dark eyes drilling into hers with fiery passion.