A movement outside caught Jillian’s attention and she froze. A man was walking toward the trailer. She recognized the broad shoulders. The powerful built. The walk. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and warmth crept under her skin. By the time she yanked opened the door, Lex was standing at the bottom of the steps.
She did something she’d never done with a guy before, not even her father or brothers. She flew into Lex’s arms, trusting him to catch her. Lex did just that and chuckled, the sexy sound rumbling through his chest and making her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“Now that’s the kind of welcome a man could kill for,” he whispered. “Even when his woman is dressed as a man.”
Jillian leaned back, her eyes caressing his handsome face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were on your way?”
“And miss seeing you in clown makeup again?”
She laughed and kissed him. He cupped the back of her head and took over, showing her that despite the fact that she’d started the kiss, he was in charge. He kissed her possessively, sucking on her tongue. A moan escaped her.
How she’d missed him. The taste of him. His scent. The feel of his arms. The texture of his skin. When she tried to lift her head, he followed, not ready to let her go. His lips didn’t leave hers as he lowered her to the ground, his arms locked tight around her.
Then he wrenched his lips from hers and sneezed.
“Oh no. Are you coming down with something?” She placed the back of her hand against his forehead. “Do I need to take you back to my room, feed you cold meds, and tack you in?”
“Maybe after two orgasms,” he said.
Her jaw dropped. “Two? At least three.”
“Four.” He touched her moustache. “You are bad for my reputation.”
Jillian wrinkled her nose. “How?”
“I flew all this way to rescue you and look at you. You don’t need me.”
Oh, she needed him in way that still shocked and worried her. But she decided to reduce it to the basic. She shimmied against him. “I told you, there’re some needs I can’t take care of on my own.”
“You could have fooled me last night.”
Jillian laughed. The sensual delights he’d brought into her life were beyond her wildest dreams. “There’s something about being watched by the man you’re fantasizing about that’s really inspiring.”
“I’m more than happy to be your muse.” He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. “Because you are gifted. You sing beautifully.”
She screamed his name every time she reached orgasm. “So do you,” she whispered, hugging him and inhaling him. She’d missed falling asleep surrounded by his scent. Hell, she had missed making love with him. The man had her in ways that should have sent her running months ago. She liked to be in control of her emotions, but with Lex, she could let go without fear of being hurt.
He kissed her and she cupped his face, caressing his warm skin. The kiss was gentler, sweet. She sighed and leaned back.
His eyes moved lower to her chest, then back up to meet hers. Heat flared in his eyes. “I want my woman back.”
She indicated the trailer with her head. “Come inside and she’s all yours.”
“No, we’re going to the hotel. I don’t intend to let you out of my sight for hours or having people interrupting us.”
She was already wet and needed him something bad. “You’re going to make me wait?”
“The four Os had better be big or Bob is coming out to play,” she warned.
He kissed her again. Possessively. “Bob only comes out when I’m out of town and even then, I get to watch.” He gripped her hand and glanced over her shoulder. “Can you find your way back to the hotel or do you need a ride, Troy?”
Jillian glanced over her shoulder. She’d completely forgotten about Troy.
“If Ms. Jillian doesn’t need my help with anything, I’d like to stay here until they finish filming, sir.”
Ms. Jillian? They’d done away with formality on their first night together. Jillian threw Troy a glance and winked. “Enjoy yourself.” She planned to. Three days without Lex had left her starved. “And don’t let Chris’ grouchiness bother you.”
Troy shrugged like it was nothing, but Jillian knew that Chris’ attitude bothered the younger man. Maybe she would talk to Chris again.
Lex led her to the parking lot, where Douglas and another man stood by a stretch limo. Douglas didn’t bat an eyelid when he saw her. Nothing ever fazed Good ol’ Doug. The ex-CIA was Lex’s security consultant slash bodyguard slash cook slash somebody you didn’t want to mess with. He’d rescued her and Lex from her grandmother’s overzealous partners, which earned him serious brownie points in her book.
The uniformed dude by his side probably came with the limo. He didn’t hide his shock as he watched them approach. He probably thought Lex was dating a dude. He touched his hat and opened the door for them while Douglas stood on the side and faked a nonchalant posture, but his eyes gave him away. He was alert and prepared for anything.
“Hey, Douglas,” Jillian said and the driver’s eyes widened. A dude talking in a woman’s voice would do that to you.
Douglas inclined his head. “Ms. Jillian.”
“I’m happy you guys came to my rescue.” She reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. Pink crept on his cheeks, messing with the poker face he wore so well. “Was it bad getting past the press?”
“Nothing we couldn’t handle. Pardon my observation, but I don’t think you need rescuing, Ms. Jillian. You seem to have it covered.”
“Yeah, I was planning on flying over their heads on my bike like hell on wheels.” His lips twitched. Lex paled. He worried too much. “On the hand, I didn’t fool Lex,”—she rubbed his back in soothing circles—“so I’m sure they would have seen right through me.” She gave Douglas another smile. “Thanks for coming anyway.”
She slid inside the cool interior of the limo. Lex spoke briefly with the two men before following her. The partition was already up, giving them privacy.
Lex’s heated eyes stayed locked on her as the engine purred to live and the limo pulled away from the parking lot. She smiled, inviting him to play, but he didn’t move. The tease. He was deliberately keeping his distance when she wanted him all over her. He always did that to draw out the tension between them. Sometimes she played along and let him get away with it, and other times, she got too impatient.
She crossed her legs and leaned back, grinning at the way his eyes followed her every movement. She bit her lower lip and smiled when he sighed. As though he couldn’t help himself, he moved closer. “You didn’t fool me because it doesn’t matter what you wear. I’ll always know it’s you.”
His broad shoulders lifted and dropped, then he reached out and stroked her cheek. She leaned into his hand, welcoming his touch. “I know when you enter a room. I know your touch. I know how your taste. Your scent. I know when you want me. Like now.” He traced her lower lip again, then moved to the top and touched her fake moustache. “Why don’t you get rid of this?”
Her stomach dropped a little. She felt safe with it. To get him off the subject, she turned her head, took his finger into her mouth, and sucked on it hard. A groan rumbled through his chest, his eyes growing fierce. She pulled his finger out slowly and kissed the tip.
“It turns you off?” she purred.
“You could be covered with fur and I would still want to fuck your brains off.”
She laughed. God, she loved it when he talked dirty to her. It was the best form of foreplay. “Is that what you plan on doing to me?”