He expected she’d turn down his text. She took her work too seriously to drop it for a romp in the hay. He admired her for that. Which was the reason he had to come clean to Beaumont about missing his mark. Plus he’d promised Maddie he would. Using Beaumont as an excuse to get her to his trailer was just an added bonus.

Losing his clothes came spur of the moment. He was mid-changing into costume when he remembered how turned on he’d been when Maddie had told him she’d considered waiting na**d in his hotel room. Maybe this was a good opportunity to reverse the scenario. Hopefully, she’d appreciate the gesture.

The look on her face suggested she did.

It took three short seconds for her to cross from the door to his arms. Their mouths met and the kiss was ferocious and fraught, as though he hadn’t seen her in days rather than just hours. He grappled with her pants while she roughly ran her hands through his hair, the sensation of her fingers on his scalp heightening his arousal.

When he came up for air, he murmured against her mouth. “Oh baby, I missed you.”

“Um-hmm,” she moaned, reclaiming his lips.

He lowered her pants and panties to below her knees and lifted her onto the nearby countertop—the same counter he had kissed her against a week ago. Without releasing her mouth, he tore open the condom he’d laid out in anticipation of her arrival and rolled it over his shaft. He scooted her forward until she was on the edge of the counter then spread her as wide as she could manage with her pants still hooked around her ankles. With his thumb, he rubbed the length of her pu**y, pausing to enter her hot opening, testing her readiness. Christ, she was so wet for him.

He removed his thumb and moved his pelvis toward her. “Here I come.” He plowed into her. Fuck, she felt good. Even after more than a day of repeated sex, she still felt hot and heavenly as that first time. He paused for a second to admire that.

Then with a punishing rhythm, he began thrusting, hard and fast. His panting matched hers as she gasped at each stroke, thighs slapping against his hips. He could f**k her like this for hours, forever, though he knew this would be quick. He was too aroused, and she was also, already clenching around him, warm and tight.

He placed his hands on her h*ps to help move her back and forth over his c**k and increased their tempo. Wait, wait, he told himself. Wait for her.

“Maddie, I want you to come,” he growled.

She arched and released at his request. “Ah, I’m coming!” She covered her mouth to stifle her cry.

“I am too.” Blind, flashing light crossed his vision and he released with her, leaning forward, pushing her back against the cupboards behind her to support the sudden loss of feeling in his thighs. “Mmm, baby, you’re incredible.”

He gave her a quick kiss and pulled out, noticing her wince as he did. “Are you sore?” he asked.

She waited while her breathing slowed. “Somewhat.”

He smiled. “Fantastic.” He leaned in to nuzzle her nose before pulling off the condom and disposing it in the toilet.

“Waiting naked. Wow.” She wriggled off the counter and brushed past him. From the bathroom she called, “But what if that hadn’t been me who knocked?”

He pulled on a pair of briefs. “Hell, I bare my ass in every movie I’m in. Who hasn’t seen my stuff?”

She didn’t close the door as she cleaned up. He liked that. She felt comfortable around him. Hell, he hoped so after all they’d done in the last two days.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her. “Besides, I knew it was you.”

She washed her hands and dried them on the hanging towel. She faced him, unable to leave the bathroom with him in her way. “Pretty certain I would come, were you?”

She was frisky, but he sensed she was serious behind her tease. He played along. “Oh, I work hard to make sure you come.”

She blushed, her skin turning even pinker under her just-fucked hue. He had to turn away. He loved it when she colored and he couldn’t be certain he could control himself from taking her again.

She took the opportunity to leave the bathroom. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the countertop. The f**king, amazing countertop. “I’m supposed to be working.”

Ah, that’s it. She was irritated at him for interrupting her job. He deserved that. He stepped into his jeans, zipping them before he responded. “This was work related.”

“How do you figure?”

“Beaumont told me I should apologize to you. He, of course, didn’t know that I already had.” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips. “It was also a thank-you for this morning.” He kissed her lightly on her nose then sat on the bench across from her to put on his socks.

She glared at him.

“Hey, if it were really an issue, you didn’t have to come.” He grinned, having emphasized the word “come”.

She rolled her eyes. “I came to your trailer to tell you that I couldn’t just be summoned for sex.”

He chuckled. “How’s that going?”

“Hmm.” She sighed. “Depending on how you look at it, rather well, actually.”

He returned to her, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m glad you came,” he said softly. “And I’m glad you came to my trailer.”

She hit him softly.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “And I hear you—I won’t summon you for sex again.” He shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Sex on set was unprofessional. Though the sneaking around part was especially fun.

“Promise?” she asked, throwing her arms around his neck.

He nodded. “No.”

She smiled against his lips. “Thank God.” She kissed him deep and slow, in stark contrast to their earlier frenzy. Too soon, she pulled away. “As much as I hate to, I have to get back to work. And so do you, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I’m late for makeup.”

She started for the door and a sudden ache overtook him. He didn’t want her to leave, couldn’t bear to be without her for even the short time before he joined her on set. It was a new emotion for him—stifling and suffocating and wonderful and freeing all at once.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving. “Spend the night with me?”

She grinned, lighting up the small space. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter Seventeen

Maddie grabbed a french fry off the dining cart next to the bed and dipped it in ketchup. She twisted to face Micah, who was stretched out next to her studying his script. She leaned over and fed the fry to him.