I shrug, feeling brave thanks to Mr. Grey Goose flowing through my veins. “I’m not ashamed, and maybe he’ll shut up about you fucking your leading lady now.”
Truth is, I’m not loving the idea of Reeve performing some of these scenes with another woman. But it’s par for the course when you’re an actor, and I’ll just have to get used to it. The last thing I want is any of my insecurities to impact Reeve’s performance. This part is a big deal for him. This role could catapult him onto the world stage, and having a successful acting career is something he has craved for as long as I’ve known him. I won’t do anything to jeopardize his potential or do anything to add to his stress levels, so I’m trying to pull my big-girl panties on and accept it’s just part of his job.
I stride across Reeve’s father’s study in my tight-fitting black dress and stiletto heels, growling as I put my face up in his, fixing him with an angry look. “I’ve had enough of you for one day,” I snap, glaring at him. “Get lost, Cam.”
“I thought you were made of stronger stuff,” he coolly replies.
I glare at him some more, forcing my body to shake with rage.
Reeve pulls the hood of his hoodie down off his head, stepping into me. His chest brushes against mine, and his eyes glimmer with challenge. My body floods with warmth, and I’m struggling to project the anger Abby demonstrates in this scene. Reeve is so fucking hot wearing Camden’s skin, and I’m already salivating.
“Viv.” Reeve eyeballs me, and I try to shake all lustful thoughts from my mind.
“Sorry. I’ll focus.” Planting my game face on, I take a step back, per the script.
Reeve closes the gap between us immediately, running the tip of his finger across my exposed collarbone, eliciting a rake of fiery tingles that makes my toes curl. “The more you fight me, the more I enjoy this,” he whispers, pressing his mouth to my ear. “So, keep fighting me, sweetheart. Nothing turns me on more.”
Oh God. Nor me!
See, this is why I could never be an actress. I’d never be able to wear another character’s skin and ignore my own emotions and reactions. But I’m supposed to be helping Reeve, so I work harder to dampen my desire.
“Fuck you, Cam.” I shove him away, stalking to the couch and dropping down on it. In this scene, Abby gets into her car and Cam slides uninvited into the passenger seat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I bark as Reeve sits on the couch beside me.
“Coming with you. Unless you already know the way to Lauder’s place?” He looks around, as if he’s admiring the car interior.
“No, and no. Get out.”
“Make me.” He slants me a sexy, lopsided grin that is supposed to infuriate me, but all it’s doing is turning me on more.
Fishing my pepper spray out of my purse, I uncap the lid and aim it at his face. He reacts fast, pinning me to the couch with his fingers curled around my hand, trying to pry the canister out of my grip while I pretend I’m trying to press down on the button.
We wrestle for several minutes—me trying to get it to explode in his face and him trying to get a hold of it—and it’s the hottest type of foreplay. I gasp when his hips press against mine and his hard length rubs against me.
Fuck me. Please.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist, and I yelp as if I’m in pain. Reeve throws the canister on the floor and straddles me. I bite back a moan as my hips lift of their own volition. I can barely remember the script, because I’m so freaking aroused my brain has turned to mush.
“Cuss at me and try to fight me off,” Reeve whispers in my ear, and I whimper. I let a string of expletives loose as I fight him, while simultaneously battling with the almost insurmountable urge to shove my hand into his boxers and grab his erection. I emit a frustrated scream.
“I can do this all night, so feel free to keep fighting me.”
Oh, yes, Cam, Reeve, ugh. Keep fighting me because this is getting my juices going like you wouldn’t believe.
Remembering my part, I buck against him, raising my free hand to slap him, but he grabs both my hands over my head as he presses his body down on top of me. Lust slams into me, and I’m losing the battle. My core aches, my panties are soaked, and my nipples are trying to poke a hole through my lace bra.
Reeve straightens up until he’s sitting on my lap, and his hungry eyes latch on to my chest. I try to remember I’m supposed to hate him, not want to strip him naked and bounce on his cock.
When his mouth brushes the sensitive skin just under my ear, I pant and groan, writhing underneath him. Reeve rocks his groin against mine, while he keeps my wrists elevated over my head, and from the familiar lusty glint in his gaze, I can tell he’s struggling to stay in the role too. That makes me feel better, if a little guilty.
I’m supposed to be helping him, not making it more difficult.
He thrusts slowly against me. “How is it I crave the thing I hate most?” he whispers, his mouth moving to my jaw. “How do you do that? Make me want you when I despise you?”
“If you discover the answer, please enlighten me,” I rasp, keeping my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Abigail.” He peppers my jawline with kisses, and I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion. My eyes blink open, and I stare into his beautiful face. Conflict rages in his eyes, as it’s supposed to. “I think you’ve been put on this Earth purely to torment me,” he whispers, letting my wrists go so he can wind his hands into my hair. “I need you to hate me.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m already there.” It almost pains me to say those words to the love of my life, even if they’re not true.
“Not nearly enough,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“What do you want from me, Cam?” I whisper back.
He kisses the other corner of my mouth, and I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“Everything, Abigail. I’m going to take everything.” Reeve slams his mouth to mine, gripping my head in his large palms, and all bets are off.
He must think so too, because it’s like a race to see who can remove clothing faster, and in record time, he’s driving his cock inside my naked body as we fuck like wild animals on the floor of his father’s study.
“Oh my God.” Reeve wipes an arm across his sweaty brow as we sit on the floor, leaning back against the couch, after the hottest sex of our lives. “That was insane.”
“Insanely hot.” I grin at him.
“If this continues, I’m seriously screwed for rehearsals next week.”
The edge slices off my euphoric post-coital high. “If any of your rehearsals end up with hot sex on a floor, you won’t just be screwed, Reeve, you’ll be fucking dead the second I get my hands on you.”
He chuckles, leaning his head on my shoulder. “You know I was talking about us running lines.”
“Hmmm.”
“Babe?” He lifts his head, swiveling around until he’s sitting cross-legged in front of me. His brow puckers. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
I crick my neck to loosen the suddenly tight muscles. “I know I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t like the thought of you doing that scene with anyone but me.”
“Then maybe you should audition?” He arches a brow.
I crank out a laugh. “Funny, but no. I would suck. I think I’ve just proven that.”
“I happen to like how you suck.” His lips curve at the corners, and my eyes automatically lower to his crotch.
“You really do like how I suck, huh?” I play along, watching his dick harden.
“Baby.” He grabs his boxers, pulling them on, chuckling as I pout. “We need to talk about this, and I can’t do that if we’re both naked.” I dress in my underwear as he continues. “I don’t want you to worry. You know I only have eyes for you. You’re the love of my life, Viv,” he adds, pulling me onto his lap.
“I know that, Reeve, but it’s not just this scene. Abby and Cam have this epic, explosive kind of love, and you’ll really need to inhabit his persona to pull it off in a way that will justify the plot and pay homage to the character. You’ll need to be passionate with her. That’s what worries me.”