Page 12 of Cinematic Destinies (Red Carpet Romance #3)

“Yes, and since I got my eggs scrambled today with a side of sausage, we’re not entirely creatures of habit, which is reassuring.”

“Agreed. Besides, I was starving.”

“Me too. A bit more tea?” he asked, lifting the pot.

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. So, we certainly learned a lot about each other today. And yet . . .”

“Here I thought cream of celery soup was just something Andy Warhol painted. I never knew people actually eat it,” she teased.

“We English don’t exactly have a reputation for fine cuisine. Suppose I didn’t do my countryfolk any favors sharing that little tidbit.”

She giggled. “I’m sorry, I interrupted you. Opportunity to mock and all. What were you saying?”

“That we learned so much about each other, and yet I could ask you a million more questions.”

“Such as?”

“You haven’t mentioned a boyfriend. Are you seeing anyone?”

She shook her head.

“Seems impossible no one has scooped you up. I suppose there’s a long line of those who try.”

She looked down, blushing, and then stared straight into his eyes. “And you? Do you have . . .”

“A girlfriend? No.” He paused for a moment before softly saying, “Georgia . . .” but was interrupted when ástríeur came into the room.

“May I get you two anything else? Some more tea?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you,” Georgia replied.

“Me too. Thank you,” Roo added.

ástríeur collected their dirty dishes and left.

“You were saying?” Georgia asked.

“Oh, uh, I was just going to ask what you plan to do the rest of the day?”

“I thought I’d just hang out in my room for a while. Catch up on my journaling. Maybe work on a new song I’ve been writing. And you?”

“The same. I’ve been feeling so inspired. I have an idea for a new play.”

“That’s great. Ready to head up?” she asked.

He nodded and they both rose. When they got upstairs, Georgia smiled and said, “Well, I guess I’ll see you at dinner. Thanks for a great morning.”

“Yes, thank you. Happy writing.”

“Happy writing,” she replied, turning toward her room as he turned toward his.

An hour later, Georgia was sitting in bed, strumming her guitar. She was looking at the lyrics to a song scribbled in her notebook when, without thought, she started strumming the music to “Moon River” and began singing. Just as she finished the song, there was a light knock on the door.

She put her guitar down and went and opened the door to find Roo standing there.

“Hi, my huckleberry friend,” he said sweetly.

“Hi,” she said softly. “You heard me?”

“I came to see you and heard you playing. I couldn’t help but to stand and listen. You have a lovely voice.”

“Why did you come to see me?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

“Because I’m absolutely mad for you. Can’t get more than two sentences down because you’re all I can think about. If you feel the same . . .”

She took his hand and led him into her room, and he tapped the door shut.

He put his hand on her cheek, leaned forward, and kissed her softly. “My God,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He wove his fingers into her hair, and they began kissing passionately. Eventually, he pulled back and muttered, “Georgia, I want you so badly, but I don’t want to screw this up by moving too fast, if you . . .”

“I want you too,” she said, and she slipped her sundress over her head, standing before him in only a white thong, her wild spiral curls flowing freely.

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he began caressing the sides of her body.

He started kissing her neck and slowly worked his way down to her breasts, gently licking her nipples as she moaned with delight.

Roo continued planting kisses down her stomach, slowly pulled her underwear off, and put his mouth on her.

“Oh, Roo,” she squealed. She touched his shoulders and he rose and pulled off his own clothes.

“Take me,” she whispered, and she guided him to the bed, lay down on her back, and he crawled on top of her.

“You’re spectacular,” he said, and he slid inside of her, moving slowly, letting out moans of pleasure.

“More, more,” she whispered, grabbing his firm glutes as he began pounding into her before they both let out thunderous groans.

He lay beside her, stroking her cheek and kissing her tenderly, his body shaking. “That was mind-blowing. I’ve never felt anything like it. You’re extraordinary and I’m absolutely bonkers mad for you.”

She caressed the side of his face and pulled him up to the pillows, and they crawled under the blanket.

He stroked her cheek again and said, “I mean it. I’m crazy for you.”

“I’m crazy for you too.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, wrapped his arms around her, and said, “Let me snuggle you and we can take a little rest. I just want to hold you close to me.”

They shut their eyes and fell asleep.

Two hours later, Georgia opened her eyes, still snug in Roo’s arms. She turned toward him and he whispered, “Hello, darling.”

“Hi.”

“I’m so glad it wasn’t a dream. Would have been the best dream of my life, but this is so much better.”

She smiled. “I’m going to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”

“Promise?” he said.

“I promise,” she said as she slipped out of bed.

“Just don’t get dressed. You’re too gorgeous for clothing.”

She giggled and swayed her hips with exaggeration.

“Oh, you’re killing me. You better hurry,” he called.

When she returned, she said, “There’s an extra toothbrush in the top drawer.”

He jumped up, grazed her arm, and said, “Wait for me.”

When he came back to the bedroom, she was gazing out the window. He ran his fingertips down her arm, took her hand, and said, “Come here, love.”

Georgia turned to face him, and they started kissing heatedly.

She began kissing his chest and working her way down, dropping to her knees, and taking him in her mouth.

“Oh my God,” he moaned. Roo held her head as she moved back and forth, and he moved in rhythm with her, his moans louder and louder.

She rose, turned around, and leaned forward, her hands on the bed.

He stood behind her, grabbed her hips, and slid into her gently, before he began thrusting.

“More, more,” she begged. He pounded harder and harder as she was screaming in ecstasy, until he exploded with bliss.

They both tried to catch their breath. Eventually, she turned to him and he scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the small love seat, and sat down with her in his lap. He looked at her with total adoration and said, “I could make love to you morning, noon, and night.”

“Me too. My body is still trembling.”

“Mine too.”

“Do you want to spend the rest of the day here, with me?” she asked.

“Darling, I want to spend the rest of my life here with you, but today is a start.”

They talked about their lives for hours. Georgia shared parts of her journal, which she had never done with anyone before. Roo told her about his new play in which “a man falls for an extraordinarily beautiful woman and becomes a bumbling fool because he can hardly speak around her.”

After making love for a third time, Roo eventually said, “We should probably make ourselves presentable for dinner. But I was thinking later, if it’s alright with you, perhaps I could get some of my things and stay with you.”

“It’s alright with me,” she said.

He smiled. “Good. That makes it easier to tear myself out of your bed. Shall we have a shower before we head down?”

“Uh-huh. Roo, do you think Jean and Michael will know . . .”

“Yes, probably, I suppose. They usually get back from the set well before we had our last go-around, and we were quite loud, and the walls are quite thin.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Darling, please don’t be embarrassed. I doubt they’ll care very much, and we can be professional on set. Besides, I was haunted by our upcoming love scene. I couldn’t imagine kissing you for the cameras when I so badly wanted to do it in private.”

She smiled. “Let’s shower.” He kissed the tip of her nose and they started to get out of bed when she added, “I’m not embarrassed. I couldn’t be embarrassed about being with you.”

He smiled and said, “Come on, love.”

Freshly showered and dressed, they bounded downstairs and found Jean and Michael in the dining room enjoying a cocktail. The two men started clapping when the young couple walked into the room.

“So, what have you two been up to? Make good use of your day off?” Michael asked.

“Rehearsing for your big scene perhaps?” Jean added, before bursting into laughter.

Georgia’s face turned bright red.

Roo grabbed her hand and they sat at the table.

“You guys are terrible,” Georgia said.

“Oh, relax. We’re just teasing,” Michael said. “We did the same thing to your folks after they hooked up. We teased them mercilessly. Look how that turned out. Thirty years later, they’re still together. Probably a good omen for you two. Maybe you’re following in their footsteps.”

Roo smiled and slung his arm around Georgia. She smiled along for show, a lump in the shape of Michael’s words forming in her throat.