His talented tongue on her skin made her feel things in places she didn't think possible. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Damn the movie, she needed his hands all over her. His hands moved over her and his fingers traced over her chest. They moved to her clothed n.i.p.p.l.es and she thrust involuntarily into him.

  "What are you doing to me?" he groaned against her skin. She was tugging on his hair as he moved down her neck, kissing and sucking with fervor.

  Safe to say he was driving her insane with his out of the world moves.

  "I believe you promised me a good time." She was feeling bold and the words that came from her mouth didn't even elicit a shred of shame. She wanted him inside her, all around her, engulfing her being.

  She wanted to do everything that they had told each other, the teasing and then some had left her with some pretty high expectations. But she also wanted to be good. She wanted to show him that she was interested in a stable, long-term relationship.

  Then, the rational part of her brain started to analyze the situation. A stable relationship could bloom out of one of the blistering s.e.x.u.a.l attractions. It didn't need to be dramatic. Some people just fit, and it seemed that Cage and her fit like missing puzzle pieces. Moreover, she knew for a fact that he didn't mind her being lewd, on the contrary, he enjoyed it thoroughly. If the hardness between his legs wasn't proof, she didn't know what was.

  It seemed that even her rationality had abandoned all hope of her being good. It was simply impossible.

  She choked out his name as he nibbled her neck with his teeth. His hands moved down to the hem of her shirt and he pushed her up, touching the skin of her stomach. He may have been a gentleman, but she had already lost all her decency.

  She grabbed his shirt and pulled on it. He chuckled against her skin, the sensation sending bolts of electricity through her. He pulled back, much to her dismay, and helped her.

  Within moments, he was shirtless, looking incredibly delicious with his disheveled and turned on look.

  Damnit, she wanted to lick her lips and run her tongue all over his body. She debated doing it, too. "How are you even s.e.xier in person?" she said, wonder evident in her voice. He laughed.

  "Glad you think so, little girl." Her index finger trailed over his chest and abs. She had looked at those pictures of him for years and cooked up lecherous images. Now that she was in front of him in real life, it was even better.

  It should be illegal to be this s.e.xy.

  "You're pretty amazing yourself." She sighed. It was a miracle that he thought so. It was only fair that she also took off her shirt. She was about to do so, the door opened and she dropped her shirt in fright.

  She turned to see Lily at the door. She had been extremely stupid not to lock the door. Not that a locked door would deter her. She was probably curious about what happened on the date and seeing the door locked would make her assume weird things.

  "So, you didn't fall asleep on your date," Lily commented. The lights were off, so she couldn't see Cage. "You brought him home?"

  A little shame would have done her good, but she unabashedly continued. She was processing what was happening. The lights came on and Lily just stared.

  "Where did you pick up……" Shock flashed across her face. "No way is that who I think it is. Does he have a doppelganger?" Katherine gave her a moment to calm down.

  Knowing Lily, if she gave her too long to process, she would go into a rant that would cause everyone in the room to be embarrassed. Katherine slid off Cage's lap and started to make introductions calmly.

  Well, as calmly as it was possible in the situation.

  "Lily, meet Cage Cavanaugh." To his credit, Cage waved at her. Lily's eyes narrowed as she stepped into the room, trying to process what was going on.

  "You went out on a date with an average Joe and came back with a movie star?"

  "No, he was waiting for me here." That sounded even more confusing. "Let me reintroduce you two. Lily, meet Ray."

  Lily gulped.

  'The f.u.c.k is going on in the world.' When the stories Ray and Cage said were matching up, she thought that it was a weird guy just faking his life to make himself sound pitiful in front of Katherine. But he turned out to be the real deal. She composed herself.

  Even though she was a fan, this guy was Ray, who had hurt her friend.

  "What are you doing here?" Didn't he go to the awards with Julia and be all cuddly with her? That had caused some raucous in their home.

  Katherine placed herself between them, doing good on her promise to protect him from Lily. Cage ran his hand through his hair nervously, trying to think of what he should say.

  "My manager and I drove up so that I could talk to Katherine and figure things out," he explained.

  "I can see that you were talking," she scathed. Katherine glared at her, trying to dissuade her, but Lily was concentrating on Cage. Not that Katherine could fault her for it, the man looked godly half-dressed.

  "We talked. We apologized to each other and found out what had really happened. We are good now," Katherine promised. Lily looked at her.

  "What happened to your date?" She asked bluntly.

  Cage turned to look away, clearly not liking the direction that the conversation had taken. It was clear that he was jealous and it floored her. Katherine put a hand on his knee to calm him down.

  She would have to keep telling him that she only wanted him and no one else.

  "I went, Barry quickly realized that something was wrong. He lent me his ear and wished me best of luck." She shrugged. "He dropped me to the apartment and came in. We found Angelina at the door and she was all confrontational. Turned out Cage was in her room listening in."