clock. "About five hours."
She propped her head up and regarded him thoughtfully. "How awake are you feeling?"
"Quite." He didn't move.
Their gazes locked. "Strange," she whispered. "I've been looking forward to this for months. I've had crazed, lustful dreams of ravishing you or vice versa. Now that we're finally together—I feel shy."
"So do I." He hesitated. "I want everything to be perfect, and that's impossible."
"Lovemaking doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be real." She leaned forward until their lips touched, soft and sweet.
The passion he'd been banking for so long flared into life. They'd learned much about each other's bodies while filming. He knew the texture of her silky skin, the curve of her shoulder, her individual scent, provocatively female.
Yet all that was mere prelude to joining physically and emotionally. They explored each other's bodies with increasing intimacy, learning rhythms and signals with startling swiftness, building desire into searing mutual fulfillment.
Until, in the end, it was perfect and real.
Afterward they lay in each other's arms for a long time, not needing to speak. His mind drifted, refusing to think of past or future, wishing he could stay in the present forever. "This was worth waiting for."
"Yes—but I'm glad we didn't wait any longer. I might have succumbed to spontaneous human combustion." She nuzzled his throat. "There's something powerfully erotic about being surrounded by jet vibrations."
"Vibrations, vibrators. Surely there's a connection."
"What a wicked thought. I'm sure you're right." She trailed her hand over his torso. "I'm glad you don't shave your chest like some actors do."
He cupped her breast. "And I'm glad these are soft and real, not improbable silicone."
"I considered implants, but decided that if I couldn't get work on my acting ability, the silicone wouldn't make much difference."
"Anyone can augment a body, but few people can match your talent."
"You certainly know the best kind of compliment." She grinned. "Isn't there a saying that a man should compliment beautiful women on their brains, and brainy women on their physical attractiveness?"
"Since you have both, does that mean I can't compliment you at all?"
"A true master of flattery." She rolled onto him so that her legs bracketed his and her silky hair brushed his chest. "I like the idea of a week in bed."
"So do I." He stroked his hands down her back. She was beautifully fit, her muscles taut under creamy skin. "I've got two and a half weeks before I have to leave for Argentina for my next job."
"Damn." She gnawed her lower lip enchantingly. "I'm due in New York in two weeks, and I have to spend at least a few days vertical and doing business before I leave."
He felt a stab of disappointment. He'd hoped she would come to Argentina with him, because already he hated the fact that they would have to separate. He kissed her navel. "We'll just have to make the best of the time we have."
And they did.
* * *
Kenzie found that he'd pulled off the road, face sweating and pulse accelerated. Damnation, ever since Rainey filed for divorce, he'd tried not to think of those first glorious days, all pleasure and no pain.
Because remembering was all pain and no pleasure.
Chapter 9
Since they were shooting in remote areas, transportation for cast and crew was done with rugged four-wheel-drive vehicles rather than the plush cars used on most productions. Rainey didn't care—to a tired woman, the backseat of an SUV was plenty good enough for sprawling out and gathering strength.
The first requirement for a director was high energy, because the work was never done. After dinner each evening she watched the dailies that had been shot the day before, flown to Los Angeles for processing, then returned to New Mexico for viewing.
Watching dailies required intense concentration as she made notes on the scenes and takes that worked best. Her editor back in L. A., Eva
She propped her head up and regarded him thoughtfully. "How awake are you feeling?"
"Quite." He didn't move.
Their gazes locked. "Strange," she whispered. "I've been looking forward to this for months. I've had crazed, lustful dreams of ravishing you or vice versa. Now that we're finally together—I feel shy."
"So do I." He hesitated. "I want everything to be perfect, and that's impossible."
"Lovemaking doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be real." She leaned forward until their lips touched, soft and sweet.
The passion he'd been banking for so long flared into life. They'd learned much about each other's bodies while filming. He knew the texture of her silky skin, the curve of her shoulder, her individual scent, provocatively female.
Yet all that was mere prelude to joining physically and emotionally. They explored each other's bodies with increasing intimacy, learning rhythms and signals with startling swiftness, building desire into searing mutual fulfillment.
Until, in the end, it was perfect and real.
Afterward they lay in each other's arms for a long time, not needing to speak. His mind drifted, refusing to think of past or future, wishing he could stay in the present forever. "This was worth waiting for."
"Yes—but I'm glad we didn't wait any longer. I might have succumbed to spontaneous human combustion." She nuzzled his throat. "There's something powerfully erotic about being surrounded by jet vibrations."
"Vibrations, vibrators. Surely there's a connection."
"What a wicked thought. I'm sure you're right." She trailed her hand over his torso. "I'm glad you don't shave your chest like some actors do."
He cupped her breast. "And I'm glad these are soft and real, not improbable silicone."
"I considered implants, but decided that if I couldn't get work on my acting ability, the silicone wouldn't make much difference."
"Anyone can augment a body, but few people can match your talent."
"You certainly know the best kind of compliment." She grinned. "Isn't there a saying that a man should compliment beautiful women on their brains, and brainy women on their physical attractiveness?"
"Since you have both, does that mean I can't compliment you at all?"
"A true master of flattery." She rolled onto him so that her legs bracketed his and her silky hair brushed his chest. "I like the idea of a week in bed."
"So do I." He stroked his hands down her back. She was beautifully fit, her muscles taut under creamy skin. "I've got two and a half weeks before I have to leave for Argentina for my next job."
"Damn." She gnawed her lower lip enchantingly. "I'm due in New York in two weeks, and I have to spend at least a few days vertical and doing business before I leave."
He felt a stab of disappointment. He'd hoped she would come to Argentina with him, because already he hated the fact that they would have to separate. He kissed her navel. "We'll just have to make the best of the time we have."
And they did.
* * *
Kenzie found that he'd pulled off the road, face sweating and pulse accelerated. Damnation, ever since Rainey filed for divorce, he'd tried not to think of those first glorious days, all pleasure and no pain.
Because remembering was all pain and no pleasure.
Chapter 9
Since they were shooting in remote areas, transportation for cast and crew was done with rugged four-wheel-drive vehicles rather than the plush cars used on most productions. Rainey didn't care—to a tired woman, the backseat of an SUV was plenty good enough for sprawling out and gathering strength.
The first requirement for a director was high energy, because the work was never done. After dinner each evening she watched the dailies that had been shot the day before, flown to Los Angeles for processing, then returned to New Mexico for viewing.
Watching dailies required intense concentration as she made notes on the scenes and takes that worked best. Her editor back in L. A., Eva
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