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 finally 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. "Actually, 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
S ince 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 took intense concentration as she made notes on
the scenes and takes that worked best. Her editor back in L.A., Eva Yanez,
would rough out a preliminary cut as they went along, which would save time and
money in
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 finally 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. "Actually, 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
S ince 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 took intense concentration as she made notes on
the scenes and takes that worked best. Her editor back in L.A., Eva Yanez,
would rough out a preliminary cut as they went along, which would save time and
money in
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