If I Loved You (Hollywood Hearts 1) (16 page)

“Why?”

“Because you’re this rich, famous movie star yet so many things I take for granted never existed in your life.”

“Ah, that’s the point. To keep the public from knowing about Dunc, the Bronx guy, who’s still trying to catch up with life.”

“I understand now.” Megan dug into her food. Chaz finished his helping then requested seconds, which he finished as well.

When Megan brought out the pie, Chaz bent over to sniff the warm creation. The aroma teased his taste buds the way a sexy centerfold teased his body. “This smells fantastic. You did all this for me?”

Megan sliced the pie. “Why not? It’s a celebration…hopefully, you’ll get the part…be on Broadway…”

“Then we can be together all the time.” He finished her sentence.

After the meal, Chaz loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up, insisting Megan relax. When he returned to the living room, drying his hands on a towel, he stopped short upon seeing her. Obviously, she had changed. Now wearing a very short nightie with spaghetti straps and a small ruffle at the bottom, she tempted his other appetite.

“Ah…now I see what the real dessert is, eh?” His gaze stopped at her breasts.

She giggled and approached him. “Since you have to leave tomorrow, I didn’t want to waste time.”

“Little chick, you tempt me beyond endurance…again.” Chaz led her back to her bedroom.

* * * *

Megan lay flat on the bed while her fingers played with his chest hair.
Every time…never felt anything like this making love before. Alan could take lessons from Chaz.
When she looked into his eyes, she saw a gentle, loving gaze covering her, protecting her like a house shields people from snow and rain. His fingers combed through her hair, his lips wore a soft smile.

“I’ve never had a man… make love to me like that before,” Meg admitted, her gaze dropping down to his chest again.

“That’s a shame. You deserve to be well loved…every day.”

The clock in the den chimed ten o’clock. “Time for another piece of pie.” Chaz kissed the top of Meg’s head.

“Hungry again?”

Megan pushed to her feet as Chaz slid out of bed. Then suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her back down on the bed before bouncing down next to her. “I don’t know which I want more…a piece of pie or a piece of you …again.” His mouth covered hers in a hard kiss.

“Now I have to compete with pie?” She arched an eyebrow at him, trying to keep from smiling.

“Can I eat a piece of pie while I’m making love to you?” He smirked.

“Some nerve!” Megan sprang out of bed, grabbing a pillow.

Chaz put up his hands in a defensive position. “Now Meg…only joking…”

She whacked him with the pillow then fell into a laughing fit. Chaz snatched the other pillow off the bed to smack her bottom. He laughed as she widened her eyes in indignation.

“Bash me with a pillow will you?”

Chaz took off, running naked down the hall with Megan—also naked—chasing him. As he reached the living room, she threw her pillow at him. It knocked him off balance and he fell to the floor. Jumping on him, she straddled his hips. He grabbed her hand with one of his, pummeling her with the pillow in the other. Both of them were laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Megan leaned down to blow a raspberry on his neck. When he dissolved in laughter, she seized the moment to reach for her pillow. He raised his to hit her again, but she blocked it. He hugged her to him with one arm and bounced the pillow off her behind.

She pushed up a few inches. As he was about to kiss her, there was a creak. Their heads turned to face the front door in time to see an astonished Mark and Penny, standing in the doorway, drop their suitcases.

Megan screamed. Penny tugged Mark out into the hall and shut the door while the naked lovers beat a quick retreat to the bedroom. Meg shut her bedroom door and leaned against it. The front door slammed, indicating Penny and Mark were in the apartment.

“Oh my God,” Meg breathed.

Chaz covered his face with his hand.

“Shit! Mark is going to kill me.”

Meg nodded slowly, “you first, then me.”

“I’d better go.” Chaz reached for his boxers.

Megan put her hand on his arm. “No!”

He stopped.

“This is our last night together for…maybe three months. I’m entitled to have a ‘sleep over’ with you…I’m a woman, not a kid.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said, his eyes lighting up.

Megan retrieved her robe from the hook behind the door.

“This is awkward for you, Meg. I should go.”

She reached for his arm. “Please stay. They’re tired and cranky after a long plane ride. We can stay in my room and deal with them over breakfast. Please…Dunc?”

He moved closer to her and closed his hands over her shoulders. She lifted her chin to accept his kiss, which quickly turned passionate. As he crushed her to him, she felt boneless in his arms. Chaz eased her down on the bed, looming over her. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, her fingers dug into his flesh slightly. A soft moan escaped her throat.

“I want to be with you tonight.” With the tip of his tongue, he tickled her peak, making it hard.

“Love me,” she whispered, sliding her hands down his back.

“My pleasure,” he muttered.

Megan narrowed her eyes, studying his perfect face.
Want to remember him up close.

Chaz laced his fingers with hers and held her hands hostage while he kissed and nibbled her neck and chest. When he released her, she lost her fingers in his thick hair as his mouth lit her on fire.

“Your skin…so soft,” he muttered. His hands slid down over her breasts and belly, then to her thighs and back up again.

Megan touched his chest.
My favorite part…no…well…maybe…almost.

“I love your body.” He kissed his way down to her belly.

“No kidding.” She chuckled and leaned in, placing her palm flat on his chest and kissed his neck. A moan escaped his lips encouraging her to keep kissing, working her way down to the sensitive hollow of his throat where she could feel his heart beat faster and faster. Gently pushing him over on his back, she ran both hands over his chest before her lips followed, planting kisses. His groans became louder when her hand slid down farther and gripped him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

“God, Meg.” Her touch made him grow harder.

She grinned at the look of passion on his face. Chaz moved his hand down her back and over her rump. He squeezed her bottom and snuck two fingers in-between her legs. She gasped in surprise when they entered her. He sat up—eyes hot with need—and shoved her back down on the bed. His lips clamped down on hers, and his tongue demanded entrance while his fingers thrust in and out of her hot, wet center. A small cry, trapped in her throat, urged him on. He brought his head up to stare into her eyes as she moved her hips rhythmically with his hand.

“Dunc, oh God, Dunc,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

Ducking his head, he nipped her peak lightly before licking and sucking hard. His fingers slid out of her but continued to stroke her sensitive flesh.

“I want you, Meg
,” he whispered.

“Take me,” she breathed.

“Be mine.”

“I am…please…”
She squirmed under his deft touch.

With both hands, he parted her legs and stopped a moment to gaze at her. Too excited to be embarrassed, she panted and opened her arms. His hand gripped one knee, raising it up as he entered her, gently at first. Then, with a hard thrust, he went deeper.

Passion darkened his features, his hair shone in the dim light from the nightstand lamp. His eyes glowed, and his sexy mouth smiled at her. Looking at him increased her desire. Heat flew through her veins, sparking every nerve ending. Fire licked at her muscles, her insides burned as he moved in and out of her possessively, demanding her body, her spirit, and her heart. Megan was overcome with his passion and hers mixing together to create a rumbling of want. She needed him physically, emotionally, and mentally.

As their bodies rocked, Meg shifted her head to the side to bury her face in his neck and shoulder. Closing her eyes allowed her to concentrate on the sensations he created in her body. Pressure began to build. Her desire intensified, doubling and tripling until she could hardly bear it.

“Dunc!” She cried out as her body shivered with release, pleasure pouring all the way to her toes. Her fingers gripped his shoulders hard. When she eased back, her breath uneven, he slowed down and stopped.

Propped up on his elbows, Chaz leaned forward and kissed her nose. “Ladies first.” A sexy smile tugged at his lips.

Her mouth claimed his, and she kissed him with all she had. He increased his pace. Her fingers grasped his back through a thin sheen of sweat. The heat between their bodies continued to grow as he thrust harder and faster.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured as her body responded.

He drove harder and harder, faster and faster. Megan’s second orgasm washed over her right before he lost control, exploding inside her. For a moment, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the two exhausted lovers.

The last time for months.
Meg could no longer fend off the devastating realization. Tears clouded her eyes as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

Chaz left soft kisses under her ear and along her neck as he sighed in satisfaction. “I wish you could come with me tomorrow,” he said as he eased out of her and rolled onto his side.

“Please hold me,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

He enveloped her in his strong arms and rested his chin on her head. She switched out the light on the nightstand.
Next best part…sleeping next to him all night.

They maneuvered into a spooning position and Chaz tightened his arm around her, drawing her closer up against him. “How will I sleep without you?” He muttered into her hair.

“Only three months…”

“Maybe two. Pray for two.”

Before she could answer, she was asleep.

* * * *

Chaz and Meg were quiet as mice at seven o’clock the next morning, hoping not to disturb Mark and Penny. They showered together, enjoying each other’s bodies one last time before Bobby was due to pick up Chaz at nine fifteen.

Megan dressed in her business suit before heading for the kitchen to make coffee.
The aroma will probably wake them.
She chewed her lower lip, anxious to avoid a confrontation with her brother.

Meg cracked a couple of eggs in a hot pan and listened to them sizzle, pushing thoughts about what was happening to her life, her heart, out of her mind.
You knew about his lifestyle before you got involved.
She jumped when Chaz moved up behind her and put his hands on her waist. A smile swept across her face as he bent down to nibble on her neck.

“Can I have you for breakfast?” His hands came around her middle and traveled up to cup her breasts.

“Thought you already did.” She giggled when his thumbs found her nipples and circled them.

“Never enough,” he murmured into her hair.

“Take your hands off my sister.”

Chaz jumped back from Megan. A sleepy Mark scratched his stubbly jaw with one hand while he ran his other hand through his unruly hair. His boxers hung low on his hips. He yanked them up a bit as he eyed Chaz and Megan.

“Good morning. Coffee?” Megan tried to keep her tone light.

“What are you doing here, Dunc?”

“I’ve been seeing Meg…for a while now.”

“How long? Can’t be that long.”

“Mark, this doesn’t concern you.” The heat of anger rose to her face.

“You’re banging my sister. Treating her like a groupie.” Mark balled his hand into a fist and took a step toward Chaz.

“It’s not like that, Mark. I care for her. This isn’t hooking up.” Chaz held up his hands to Mark.

“What the hell are you doing?” Megan hollered, taking a step toward her brother.

“What you should have done. This guy needs boundaries.”

“What Dunc and I do is none of your business.”

“Oh? So, it’s ‘Dunc’ now for you too? When did that happen? When you screwed her?” With menace in his eyes, Mark turned toward Chaz.

Chaz colored. “Bring it on, Davis.” Chaz fisted his hands and brought them up in front of his face.

“Don’t tempt me…”

“Mark, back off. None of this is any concern of yours. If we didn’t live together, you wouldn’t know crap about my…uh…private life.”

“Damn right. But we do, squirt. I want to know what game you’re playing with Meg.”

Mark glared at Chaz.

“That’s between Meg and me. I’m not seeing anyone else. She’s not a groupie…she’s my girl. Mine and mine alone–if that’s any business of yours. Unlike jocks, I have no problem being faithful to one woman,” Chaz shot back, lacing his fingers with Meg’s.