Bared

14

THEY COULDN’T GET AT EACH OTHER fast enough. Rafe slammed his mouth down on Emma’s, open and hot and hungry. Given the sexy little growl that came from her throat, she felt the same way he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, just as he cupped a sweet, warm, rounded cheek in each hand and ground her against him.

Baby, oh baby, it was just what the doctor had ordered.

His head was still spinning. Just a moment before, he’d been furious with her, furious and desperate with the excitement she always stirred within him just beneath the surface, and now here she was, arching against him, opening her legs up even wider, which had her short skirt hiked up around her waist, leaving nothing but his jeans and her thin panties as barriers. When she rocked against him, he staggered, and might have dropped them both to the floor if he hadn’t backed to the wall to use it as support.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and held his head for her mouth. Her legs were stronger than he could have imagined, gripping around him so that he couldn’t leave.

As if he wanted to.

When she arched into him again releasing a helpless whimper into his mouth, he nearly whimpered back because he couldn’t touch her, holding her up as he was; he couldn’t get to her the way he wanted to. Instead he staggered away from the wall and carried her into the open prop room. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he reversed their positions, turning them so that she was the one with her back to the wall. Now he could thrust against her in mindless abandon. With her skirt bunched up around her waist and his fingers inside the back of her panties, the apex of her legs cradling his sex like a hot glove, he could hardly stand it.

Bracing her against the wall, he tugged the white button-down shirt off her shoulders, then slid the twin thin straps of her crop down as well. Since she didn’t have on a bra, her breasts spilled free, her nipples already tight and puckered. Even that wasn’t enough, so he reached down and dragged her panties aside. Wrenching his mouth free from hers, he looked at her glorious body. The erotic way he’d exposed her made him groan.

“You are so beautiful.”

She was writhing against him, making those sexy little noises in her throat, her lush breasts against his chest, gripping him for all she was worth.

“Rafe. God, Rafe, how do you do this to me every time?”

Just the way she said his name made him want to come, but he managed a low laugh. “What I’m doing to you…? Baby, it’s the other way around. You’re killing me, just killing me.”

Now she was nibbling at his throat, taking hot bites out of him, each one making his hard-on twitch. He was pressed between her legs as they moved their hips, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing in slow circles that were going to drive him right out of his mind.

“More,” she panted, and pulled his T-shirt up so that her breasts brushed against his bare chest.

His knees went a little wobbly-more so when she tried to work open the buttons on his Levi’s.

“You want to come again, Emma? With me?”

“Yes!” Her fingers fumbled ineffectively on his jeans.

Reaching in, he helped her, their fingers tangling together until the jeans were open, a huge relief as they’d been cutting off his circulation since the moment she’d walked into the studio. His penis jutted out from his shorts hopefully while she continued to move those hips, driving them both closer to the brink.

“Rafe-” She pushed at his jeans, tugged at his shorts. “In me,” she gasped. “Inside me now.”

He wrapped a fist around himself and poised at her slick entrance before he remembered and went still.

“Rafe?”

“No condom,” he said roughly.

Her eyes opened and she looked at him in trembly dismay. “No.”

He could only shake his head.

“I’m going to cry,” she whispered.

Slowly he released her legs. Then, holding her gaze, he dropped to his knees. He put his hands beneath her skirt and pushed it up. Kissed one thigh, then the other.

Then between.

Her head thunked back against the door. “Rafe-”

He kissed her again.

Then he used his tongue.

Her knees buckled, but he held her up, and when she shattered, he let her fall into his arms.

IT TOOK HER A MOMENT to regain control of her senses, but when she did, she felt the tension that remained in his big, rigidly controlled body. “I want to nibble, too.” She dropped a kiss on his right pec, over his T-shirt. With one hand on his arm, restraining him, she used her other to shove up his shirt. He was all sinewy and hard flesh, and when she put her lips just above his nipple, his muscles quivered. He let out a sound-a rough one that thrilled her-and lifted his hands toward her.

Catching them, she set them at his side and looked up at him. “No touching.” She added a smile. “You’ve watched me go wild for you. I want to watch you go wild for me for a change.”

“Shouldn’t we-” He broke off with a strangled groan when she licked his nipple-just one little lick, as if he were a delectable treat. “Emma-”

“Shh.” Dragging hot, wet kisses down his torso to his low belly, she paused to look up at him.

His face was a tight grimace. “Emma, we should-”

She pulled apart his unfastened jeans and kissed the spot, the tender, beautiful spot of skin she’d exposed. It wasn’t tan like the rest of him, and somehow that seemed achingly vulnerable.

“Em-”

She tugged at the opening again, a little harder this time, and hummed her pleasure as his erection sprang out, hampered only by his knit boxers.

“Stone might come back-” he started to say, but he broke off with another heartfelt groan when she pulled the fabric away from his body and let him free.

He was smooth and long and thick, and she let out a murmur of excitement. “You weren’t worried about that a minute ago.” She ran a finger down his rigid length. Feeling incredibly empowered and bold, she kissed the very tip of him.

“Emma.” His voice was no more than a harsh whisper, so she did it again. His head fell back, his fingers tightened in her hair. “What are you doing to me?”

In truth, she wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t a virgin-she’d slept with three different boyfriends, but none of them had been relationships where she’d been sexually comfortable.

And not one of them, as she’d already admitted to Rafe, had been able to bring her to orgasm.

But Rafe had and it wasn’t just gratitude that had her wanting to please him orally, but a burning desire to try this, to bring him to pleasure, too, and make it her own.

His hands were fisted at his side now, his belly and legs rigid as he lay there letting her explore. She eyed the very tip of him, straining so desperately toward her mouth. It seemed no effort at all to take him inside, to run her tongue over him.

“Emma-” As if he couldn’t help himself, his hands tangled in her hair. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” And she didn’t, not until Rafe lost the reins on his control and shuddered as helplessly as she had only moments before.

He still hadn’t returned to normal breathing when suddenly, from outside the prop room door, came voices, startling them into silence.

“You say they were just here?”

Emma blinked. That was Amber’s voice! What was her sister doing here?

“I said so, didn’t I?” Stone sighed. “Look, I left them right in this very studio when my sister paged me thinking she was in labor. False alarm.”

“Hmm…wonder how the shoot went?”

“With those two? Fireworks guaranteed.”

Inside the prop closet, Emma closed her eyes. Fireworks had definitely gone off.

“What do you mean?” Amber asked.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?” Amber’s voice went from wary to annoyed. “Don’t tell me he’s playing with her.”

“You really don’t know,” Stone marveled. “Well, you’re going to love this. As much as you and I can’t stand each other, they have the opposite problem-only, as far as I know, neither has admitted it.”

Inside the prop room Rafe stared at Emma. Emma stared right back.

“They’re hot for each other?” Amber went quiet for a moment. “This I can’t imagine.”

“Why not?”

“Because Rafe isn’t hot for anyone ‘Hollywood’ and, although Emma isn’t typical Hollywood, she works there, and her work is her life. And even if he’d lost his mind and decided to go for it, there’s the little fact that Emma wouldn’t want him in return. She doesn’t have time for me, much less anyone else. She doesn’t have time for anything but her writing.”

“So explain why she’s been acting as you on and off for the past month,” Stone said.

Amber laughed. “That’s simple. I begged her. I needed her help.”

“You needed her help,” Stone said doubtfully.

“Mmm-hmm. And just so you know, I don’t…not like you.”

Stone laughed. “That’s why you tell everyone I’m gay.”

“No, I tell everyone you’re gay to explain the fact you don’t want me.”

There was silence. Then Stone said in an odd voice, “Whoever said I didn’t want you?”

“You did, that night-”

“That night you came on to me when you already had a date with you? Did you ever think maybe I just didn’t want to share?”

“So…what are you saying?”

“Do you have a date now?”

“You don’t see one, do you?”

“Ask me now, then,” he said.

A pause. “Okay. Stone, do you want me?”

“I’d like to explore the options.”

There was no sound, then Stone let out a choked noise. “Why are you leaning against the lockers like that?”

“Just giving you time to explore your options.” Her voice became sultry. “You know what I just realized, Stone? I think you’re going to like the options.”

“You still have a boyfriend?”

“I left Kenny in the Caribbean.”

“I thought it was Ricardo.”

“Stone, Stone. Keep up.”

Stone let out a laugh that didn’t sound too convincing. “Stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Stop lifting your skirt like that and showing off your thong.”

“I don’t think you want me to stop.”

“Amber-”

“Stone,” Amber mocked, then laughed. “Oh, come on. Stop resisting. Let’s get the hell out of here, stud.”

Stone must have agreed, because the studio door shut and suddenly the place was quiet. Embarrassed now that the afterglow had dimmed, Emma began to straighten her clothing.

She heard Rafe doing the same, though she didn’t look at him.

“A damn closet,” he muttered. “First a pool, then a restaurant and now a damn closet. You’d think I could manage to get you into a bed.”

“They’re going to see our cars in the lot,” she said, crossing her arms, wishing she could say she’d never wanted to come today, wishing she could say she wished they had never started this whole thing.

But she didn’t wish that at all.

“Probably,” Rafe agreed.

“Maybe I should go.”

He just looked at her.

“And, anyway…I have some writing to do.”

“Well then, you’d better run, hadn’t you.” He waited until her hand was on the door. “But don’t fool yourself, Emma, or even try to fool me. You running now has nothing to do with getting caught or even your precious work. I’ve gotten too close again and you need out. Plain and simple.”

She didn’t question that. Silly to, when he spoke the truth. She reached for the door.

“Emma?”

She hesitated but this time didn’t look back.

“We still have to do the nurse shoot.”

Damn it. “Right.”

They finished the shoot in perfect silence and, when it was over and she’d changed and again reached for the door, he said softly, “See you next time.”

NEXT TIME. Emma drove, the words racing through her head. What did he mean next time? There wasn’t going to be a next time!

What had happened?

Had she really just had oral sex in a closet?

She put her shaking fingers to her mouth as she waited at a red light to get onto the freeway. She’d meant to go home, to shower and crawl into bed with her laptop, where she’d get the most out of the experience and use it to her advantage.

Instead she passed her exit and drove to her sister’s condo. Her sister’s car wasn’t there. Of course not-she was off with Stone. It wouldn’t take long because Amber rarely lingered, so Emma sat on her porch and waited.

True to form, fifteen minutes later Amber pulled up in her red convertible Mustang, music blaring, hair snapping in the wind, cheeks rosy from the drive.

Or possibly from her little rendezvous with Stone.

She hopped out of the car, singing to herself, grinning like the cat who’d just eaten the canary, until she saw Emma sitting there. Then her step faltered, her smile froze and a wary look came into those eyes so like Emma’s own.

For one brief moment.

Then it was gone and Amber was sauntering close, swinging her hips, chewing her gum, looking like she’d just won the lotto. “Sis!”

“What happened to Kenny?”

“Well…”

“And how long have you been back in town?”

“I just…”

“And why the hell am I still doing this photo shoot for you?” Emma demanded, just before she horrified both of them by bursting into tears.

Amber’s bravado was gone in a flash and she sat next to Emma, her voice hitching. “Don’t you start now. Don’t you start. I’m not wearing waterproof mascara today.”

Emma ruthlessly swiped at the tears she hated shedding. “I wouldn’t be starting…if it weren’t for you.”

“Please don’t cry,” Amber begged, looking traumatized. “You never cry.”

“Never say never.” Emma would have said she’d never want a man to do half of what Rafe had done to her, and she sure as hell would have said she didn’t need it, or him, but it was exactly that which was keeping her up at night wondering, aching, needing.

Amber looked her over, satisfied Emma wasn’t going to continue with the meltdown. “And as for why you’re doing this photo shoot for me…because you said you would! You said not to come back! You said you had it all handled! Well, honey, if I’d known that having it all handled meant you were handling Rafe, I’d have slapped some sense into you. He’s not a man you want to tangle your emotions with.”

“I’m not sleeping with him.”

“Good. Because he’s-”

“I know what he is, Amber,” Emma said woodenly. “I’m just not sure you do.”

“You’re mad at me,” Amber said with a sigh. “And I guess I deserve it.”

“Yes,” Emma agreed, then sighed. “But I do like to run our lives, don’t I.”

“Yes. So really, this isn’t all my fault at all.”

“Things are going to change, Amber. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to take over and run your own life. No more calling me to bail you out of everything-I just can’t do it anymore.”

Amber looked unnerved.

“Yeah, I guess I deserve that. I’ll, uh, get the next fantasy shoot info.”

Emma blinked. “Oh. Well-”

“There’s not much left, anyway. Just September through December.”

“I didn’t mean you have to finish the shoot.”

“What did you mean?”

She had no idea.

“Don’t worry about it,” Amber said. “I think it’s the Harley-Davidson bike shoot next. Probably if I’d checked my calendar or with my agent, I’d know that already. But we both know how good I am at organization.” She let out a gusty sigh. “I guess I’m going to have to get better at that, too.”

Surprising them both, she leaned over and hugged Emma, who could count on one hand the times Amber had ever done so.

“Don’t be mad at me anymore.”

Emma hugged her back. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at me.”

“Because you’ve been boning Rafe?”

“I haven’t been-” She broke off rather than confess. “We should be talking about you. You were with Stone today.”

Amber laughed. “We needed to get it out of our systems. And boy, did we have fun doing that. We’re done now.”

If only it were that easy for Emma.

“So, about that motorcycle shoot-”

“I’ll take care of it,” Emma said, a little too quickly.

“But you just said-”

“I know. Don’t listen to me.”

Amber stared at her, then pulled back to get a better look. “What’s up? Is Stone right about the two of you being crazy about each other?”

Well, they were something for each other. And quite frankly, crazy just might be the right word.

But in any case, she wasn’t ready to put it into words. “Amber, you know how you got along in life just…winging it?”

Amber laughed. “Yes. It’s a particular specialty of mine.”

“And you know how you’re always saying I should try the same?”

“You’re not telling me you’re going to start winging it, not with this man. Oh, no, because honey, you’re supposed to start with something small at first. Say, like…going to the grocery store without an alphabetized list. Then you can slowly work your way up to the top, to an advanced run. Rafe, now he’s an advanced run. Double diamond, baby. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Emma knew what she was saying.

But it was too late.

“I have a thing for motorcycles,” she said to Amber. “A secret…fantasy thing.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Okay, maybe not really.

But she had her eye on the advanced run-the double diamond-and nothing else would do.