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his seat. “Fine, let’s finish this first.” He held out a morsel oozing with creamy peanut butter. She pushed the text and the magazine out of her mind, and held his eyes as she wrapped her lips around the sweet, sucking on his finger as he slid it from her mouth. His eyes dilated, and she grinned. Without warning, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight. “You should really share.”
    As he moved his lips over hers, she closed her eyes with a sigh. She could get used to sharing if this was how it was done. Sliding her tongue against his, tension raced deep to her center, forming a tight ball of need. She pressed into him, closer, and ran her fingers up over his shoulders and into his hair, loving his groan as she tugged with a gentle grip.
    She’d have to stay on her toes. A physical relationship with Gage promised to be fun, and she counted on moving forward. But the man saw too much, already knew too much—and that could be dangerous.
    Maybe the new her liked a little danger. That would teach her to think light and easy would actually be easy.

Chapter Seven
    The crew broke for the day with the plan to reconvene later that evening to shoot a night sequence. Sam and Gage had decided on working late and had dinner called to the set. She gazed out the front window, lost in thoughts of him as the landscape changed with the lowering sun in shadows of shifting colors and textures.
    Neither mentioned the tabloid, to Sam’s relief, but it still left an itch behind her shoulder blades. Being with Gage, even in a no strings, no commitment kind of way, wasn’t wise. She glanced at Gage through lowered lashes as he approached. But damn if she could help herself. He gave her something she needed—to be desired and to desire. It was heady, and she wanted more.
    “That was really sweet of you today, the way you helped Dani out.”
    He shot her a brief look, then focused his attention back to the script in his hand. “It’s what anyone would have done.”
    “No, it’s not. Especially not a celebrity. I’m just saying. It was sweet.”
    He grunted, a sound more noncommittal than saying nothing at all. The sun’s light, shining through the large picture window, washed through the profile of his eyes, and they glowed. His rugged features and a day’s growth on his jaw made her fingers itch to explore every angle. She wanted him, was drawn to him. A giddy excitement bubbled in her stomach, withering her appetite for food and wetting her appetite for a different kind of consumption altogether.
    Gage dropped to a chair at the table and crooked his finger at her.
    The small thrumming in her heart increased as she approached him. “What?”
    He took her hand and pulled her toward him, between his legs. Lifting the hem of her top, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her skin just above her waistband, sending waves of goose bumps along her skin. She sucked in her breath.
    “I’ve been waiting forever to get my hands on you again.”
    She closed her eyes and then snapped them open as she fell to his lap. He gripped her head in his hands as he kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to get closer. The thrumming in her heart turned to full-on crescendo. She smiled against his mouth. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”
    He laughed. “That’s a good thing.”
    “Like I said earlier, you’re sweet, but you need to be careful. One of these times you might help out the wrong person. What if Dani had been a crazy Gage Cutler fan? God knows there are plenty of those running around.”
    Gage grimaced. “Please.”
    When Gage didn’t answer, she looked up to find him staring at her with those eyes of his, more green than blue at the moment.
    She pressed a kiss to his mouth again. “I’m serious. Everyone wants a piece of Hollywood’s bad boy.” Sam wanted to yank back her words and shove them right back into her mouth.
    Holding her gaze, he dragged his thumb over her lower