Before A Perfect World: Movie Trilogy, Book Two (The Movie Trilogy) by Kimberly Stedronsky Page A

little further.”
    She walked with me to the front desk, and I remembered checking into the hotel in Pittsburgh with her. Things were so different between us then; flirty, playful, and I was enjoying the hell out of teasing her.
    Now, she leaned against my side, carrying my baby, exhausted after forty-eight hours of nonstop turmoil.
    “Please send room service up as soon as possible. Some soup, dinner rolls,” I ordered, and the concierge nodded.
    “Of course, Mr. Thane.”
    I hadn’t even closed the hotel room door befo re she lowered to the king-size bed, tucking herself under the comforter. “I’m just going to rest for a few minutes.”
    “Not yet,” I chided, pulling the sheets away and ignoring her scowl. “You need to change.”
    “I’m too tired, Keaton.”
    Ignoring her, I pulled her dress over her head, loving the way her breasts fell against the fabric. Her skirt came off in one movement, leaving her in only her bra and panties. She tried to pull the sheet over her body, but I stopped her hand, reaching to unfasten her bra.
    “Keaton-”
    “I’m not enjoying this. This is miserable for me. I swear to fucking God, I’m bored out of my mind right now looking at your half-naked body. Be quiet.”
    She giggled softly, letting me pull her lacy bra away.
    Her breasts were perfect, definitely swollen, and her nipples peaked under my heavy-lidded gaze. She wrapped her arms over her chest, blushing beautifully. “There. Better?”
    She nodded, smiling. “I’m sorry I had to put you through that.”
    “ Not as sorry as I am.”
    She smirked.
    “As much as I want to, I’m not going to,” I finally decided, giving her no further explanation. She curled on her side, and I tucked the sheet over her softly, lying next to her.
    “I’m so tired. I think I’m sleeping right now,” she murmured, her eyes closing gently.
    “I want you to eat some soup before you go to bed.”
    “I don’t like soup.”
    “What? How do you not like soup? Everyone likes soup.”
    “I don’t,” she protested sleepily.
    “Why didn’t you tell me at the desk when I ordered?”
    “I thought you were ordering for yourself.”
    I sighed, tucking my arm around her and pulling her against my chest. “There’s so much I don’t know about you. I have a feeling that soup is just the tip of the iceberg.”
    She smiled a little, and I watched her drift in and out of sleep as I waited for the room service.
    After answering the knock on the door, I set the tray on the table as she begrudgingly crawled out of bed.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I have to pee. Again. It never ends.”
    She closed the bathroom door, and I smirked, lying back on the bed and waiting patiently. She covered her chest as she returned, sliding under the covers beside me.
    “Are you still to o tired?” I asked, tugging my shirt over my head.
    “For what?” she clarified innocently.
    “This.”
    I slid over her, holding myself up with my arms to keep from crushing her. The thin light from the bathroom door caught her expression; she looked up at me, blinking softly.
    “Is this the scene where you… make love to me?”
    I nodded at her analogy, loving that she was so goddamn playful. I couldn’t imagine having fun without her, and wondered if I’d been dreaming of her my entire life.
    “This is it,” I agreed. “ Are you ready?”
    “ Ready,” she echoed, and I could feel her breaths come quicker. “Your muscles,” she whispered, reaching for my taut biceps. I continued to hover over her, feeling the perfect burn in my arms. “Are… really fucking sexy, Keaton. Just so you know.”
    I grinned, lifting my eyebrows. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. You should touch me now.”
    She arched her back, and I stiffened, holding perfectly still.
    “I’m not going to touch you.”
    “ Why? ” she whined.
    “Yet,” I added, and she exhaled shakily.
    “Yet. Okay.” With a deep breath and a grin, she writhed a little on the sheet, lifting her hips. “What are