Unwritten (Page 37)

“Oww!” Lila suddenly shoves Blake back. “You’re crushing my chest!”

“Cut!”

Blake groans in frustration, rolling off her.

“I’m sorry,” Lila protests, pulling her strap back up. “I need to breathe, OK?”

“OK love,” Dash soothes her. “Let’s break for fifteen, we can pick it up after.”

There’s a lull on set as Lila flounces out. It’s their tenth take of the day, and she’s always finding a new reason to stop. First it was the lighting, then she was afraid the camera was getting an angle with too much skin. At this rate, they’ll still be naked at the end of the week!

As the cast and crew all focus on resetting the equipment, Blake catches my eye across the room. “Hey, Zoey,” he calls, sounding casual. “Did you print those new pages I asked for?”

“Not yet, sorry,” I reply loudly, in case anyone is paying us attention. “I’ll go get them now.”

“I’d appreciate it.” Blake smiles. “You can bring them to the dressing room.”

“I’ll be right there.” I wink as I turn and hurry out of the room. I head straight for the small back office that’s doubling as wardrobe and makeup. It’s empty, so I slip inside and wait. Ten seconds later, Blake arrives.

He sweeps me into his arms and pushes me back against the wall, kissing me hard and deep until I’m breathless.

“Close the door,” I manage to gasp, coming up for air. “Someone will see.”

Blake quickly shuts it, and turns the lock. “There.” he flashes me a devastating smile. “Now I’ve got you all to myself.”

“For ten minutes,” I laugh. “Until you have to go have sex with Lila again.”

Blake smirks, sliding his hands around my waist. “I’d rather be having fun with you,” he murmurs, dipping to kiss my neck. I shiver.

“Except, without the audience.” I tease, melting back against the wall.

Blake kisses higher, against my earlobe. “No cameras, no awkward posing, just us.”

His mouth finds mine again, and then there’s no more talking, just hands sliding and tongues delving, and the sweet breathless rush of it all. I clutch his robe, pulling him even closer, reveling in every touch.

Blake is mine—finally.

After years of daydreams, I’m really in his arms, and it’s better than I could have imagined. All week long we’ve been snatching moments together, here on set and back at the B&B. The movie’s shifted into high gear, and we haven’t had much time to ourselves, so every minute counts. The moment we get a break on set, and I can sneak away, we find somewhere to hide and make out like a couple of teenagers. It’s thrilling and sexy, and I can’t get enough of him.

Reluctantly, we come up for air. “You should get back.” I sigh, checking my watch. I could stay here kissing him forever, but don’t want to get him in trouble.

Blake doesn’t release me. “Come over tonight,” he murmurs, smoothing my hair back. “We could order in, watch a movie…”

“Not watch a movie,” I joke.

He gives me a smoldering look. “Promises, promises,”

His finger trails down between the buttons of my shirt. My stomach twists with delicious anticipation. For all the sneaking around, we haven’t come close to crossing the line. It’s been innocent and above-the-belt, and the sexual tension in the air could light the house on fire.

I duck out of his embrace before I seriously think about yanking that robe off him. “Good luck with the scene,” I tell him. “Try not to have too much fun groping Lila.”

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll be thinking about you the whole time,” Blake promises.

“Weird, but cute.” I beam. “OK, I really have to go now. I have a job to do, remember?”

“One more kiss.”

Blake pulls me back to him, this time finding my lips in a slow, hot kiss that makes me combust from the insides out. I slide my hands under the robe, over his broad chest, savoring every touch.

Then from down the hall, I hear my name being called. “Zoey?”

Blake finally releases me. “You go first,” he nods. I go to the door and peep out. The coast is clear, so I check that everything is buttoned and on straight, then slip back into the hallway. I walk away with an extra swing in my step. A moment later, my cellphone buzzes with a text.

You look so hot in those jeans.

I turn back. Blake is watching me with a private grin. I laugh and flutter a wave, then head back to work—bumping straight into Kira in the narrow hallway.

“There you are! Great,” she says, pulling me away. “I need you to run some errands. Here, I wrote everything down.”

I check the list. “Baby oil?”

“To get Lila and Blake all sweaty and glistening,” Kira smirks. “Wardrobe says they’re all out!”

Since the errands give me a free pass from set for the rest of the afternoon, I call Tegan and make plans to meet at the diner in town. Fifteen minutes later, we’re tucked away in the back booth at the diner, inhaling a mountain of hot, salty fries. I love this place: the jukebox plays old Prince and Springsteen, and the red leather seats are like something out of a movie. Mrs. Olsen opened it years ago, and although she doesn’t handle the day-to-day running anymore, she loves to hold court behind the counter and say hi to all the locals.