Page 67 of Impulse

Her jaw dropped.“That’s the meanest, elitist thing you’ve ever said.Take it back.”She dove for him.

He dodged her hand, and she nearly lost her balance.But he was there to break her fall, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her back to his front.The feel of his hard body sent her juices flowing.

Heat flared.She felt him stir behind his zipper and wanted to rub against him.No, she wanted to do more.Feel his skin against hers.Run her tongue across his nipples and feel them respond.She couldn’t remember feeling this consumed by a guy before, this never-ending need to touch, taste, and feel him.

The moment stretched, her heart pounding hard, her breathing quickening.She moved ever so slightly and heard him groan.His head lowered, his breath warm on her ear as he whispered, “You don’t play fair.”

“Haven’t you heard?All’s fair when you mess with me.”She reached for his arms, but he whipped them away.She turned to find him hurrying toward her trailer.For a large man, he moved fast.Then he had the gall to laugh.A few nearby people watched them and snickered.

Oh, now he’s in for it.

Jillian went after him in earnest, but he cheated.He ducked inside their trailer and closed the door on her face.He wiggled his fingers through the glass panel on the door.Jillian gave him the finger.The look on his face was comical.When she entered the trailer, he was walking down the length of the trailer, checking every nook and cranny and shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you gave me the finger.You’re a sore loser,” he said without turning.

“And you are a know-it-all snob.”

He turned and came toward her.“What’s the mileage on this thing?”

She planted her hands on her hips and blocked his path.“You owe me an apology, mister.”He studied her, a tiny smile curling his lips.“What?”

“You’re breathtaking.”

The compliment was unexpected and nice, but Jillian faked indifference and rolled her eyes.“Compliments are not buying you brownie points.This is our trailer, and you cannot disrespect it.”

“Technically, it’s Lander’s trailer.You need your own.”

Jillian scoffed at the idea.“No, I don’t.”

“Chris agrees with me.”

“He wouldn’t dare.”The look in Lex’s eyes said he had.Jillian threw her arms in the air.“Unbelievable.You walk into my life and literally take over, charming everyone, making them agree to everything you want…” She screamed when he scooped her up and sat on the nearest chair.

“That’s because I’m always right,” he said.

She shook her head.“You have a god complex.”

“And you are a star.You shine brighter than any woman or man on this set, so screw anyone who says you don’t deserve the best.”He captured her lips in one of his toe-curling kisses.

The fight had gone out of her at “a star.”When he eased off, her arms were around his neck and she would have agreed to anything.

“Is it wrong to want to give you the best?”Lex asked.

Jillian sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.It wasn’t wrong, but who would continue that tradition once he was gone?No one.No, that wasn’t true.She would.Once he was out of her life, she’d be loaded.Sadness crept in, but she refused to dwell on it.Theirs was a temporary relationship.In fact, she shouldn’t be sitting on his lap or chasing him around the set like they were a normal couple in love.

Love.

That word should never cross her mind when it came to this man, or she’d be lost.Falling in love with him was out of the question and stupid to boot.She didn’t do stupid.

Jillian jumped up and took the chair in front of the mirror.Lex scooted closer, eyes probably seeing more than she wanted him to see.

“This is the twenty-first century, Alexander,” Jillian said.“If I want to give myself the best, I work my butt off and get it.”

He ran a hand down her arm, leaving heated skin behind.Part of her wanted him to stop.Another craved his touch.God, she was a glutton for punishment.He dropped a kiss on her skin left bare by her shirt, and she leaned into his mouth, seeking more.

“As per our contract,” he said, his breath warm on her skin, “you don’t spend a dime while you and I are involved, except for the three-fifty.But that’s another story.”He rubbed his cheek on her shoulder.He hadn’t shaved, and the light stubble across his jaw was stimulating.

Jillian forced herself to mull over his words instead of listening to the hum of her body.This was the perfect opportunity to tell him the truth about her father and the money, and maybe even ask for his help.But he was at her nape.