paused. “Yep, dream job all right.”
“Mainly because it’s with you.” Cade’s face fell serious and he kissed Reece again. He curled his hand behind Reece’s neck and slanted his head, deepening the entry of his tongue.
Reece fell toward him until their chests pushed up close. He wrapped his arms around Cade and wondered what the heck he’d done before he’d met him. Had he been lost? Wandering aimlessly? It hadn’t felt like it but looking back, perhaps he had been.
“I really hope…” Cade said, pulling away slightly and running his fingers through Reece’s hair.
“What?”
“That…” He glanced at the floor but then reconnected their gaze. “That when this is over and we’re back in England, we’ll still see each other.”
Reece’s stomach clenched. The thought of not seeing Cade when they finished filming was enough to make him feel sick. “Damn, I was relying on that. This isn’t just about a movie, is it?” He pressed his hand onto Cade’s chest then his own. “This. Us. It’s more than Slippery Slots .”
Cade nodded. “Yes. For me it is. I want you more each day…and not just for sex.”
Reece pulled in a breath. He felt the same.
“Though the sex is damn good, on or off camera.” Cade grinned.
“It’s all good—hanging out, fucking or just kissing.” He wanted to add that he was falling in love with Cade. But he’d said that before, to his ex, and the sentiment had not been returned. Much as things were going brilliantly, he couldn’t tempt fate. Didn’t want to burst the bubble. “We’ll still be together when we get home. I’ll take you to meet my mates. You’ll like them.”
“And I’ll take you to meet my mum. She’ll love you. You can redo her lounge—the wallpaper in there is shocking.” Cade smiled then kissed Reece again.
Reece slipped his tongue between Cade’s teeth and drifted his hands down to his arse. He squeezed his buttocks and drew Cade against him, so their pelvises rubbed.
Cade groaned into his mouth. His cock was hard and butting up against Reece through their jeans.
“Fuck, I want you all the time,” Cade said a little breathlessly. “It’s like the more I have you, the more I want.”
“I know the feeling,” Reece said, kissing across Cade’s cheek to his ear. “I want to strip you naked right now,” he whispered, “bend you over the bed and shove my dick up your arse. Make you shout my name, Reece—not Timothy, like in the script, but Reece. I’m gonna make you shout Reece as you spurt all over the damn bed, so much cum you’ll think it will never stop.”
A tremble traveled over Cade. “Yes. That’s what I want…Reece.”
Knock. Knock.
Reece turned to the door. “Who the hell is that?”
What bad bloody timing.
Cade glanced at his watch. “Shit, it’s Jack.”
Reece frowned.
“The scene, on the Strip. We’re supposed to be doing that at eleven.”
Reece groaned. “Ah, fuck. Yeah. Well…” He released Cade. “Hold that thought.”
“You can count on it.” Cade went to the door and opened it.
Jack stepped in just a few feet. “Good, you’re wearing the same wardrobe clothes as yesterday.”
“We like to do as Donna tells us,” Cade said.
“Very wise.” Jack nodded and held up his camera. “Let’s get this done. It’s flipping hot out there and I don’t want to be hanging around in it.”
“We’ll be quick. We know our lines,” Cade said, slipping on his shoes. “You ready, Reece?”
Reece stood, shoved his hand down his jeans and adjusted his semi-erect cock.
“Did I interrupt something?” Jack asked with a huff.
“Nope, we were ready and waiting for you.” Cade grabbed the room key. “We might be new at this, but we’re professional.”
Jack said nothing. He turned and walked out of the room.
Reece rolled his eyes at Cade. It was just as well Jack was a man of few words, because he didn’t seem very generous with the encouraging ones.
Quickly Reece shoved his feet