Exclusive Access (Rock Arrangement, #3)
A counter melody, a discordant note…
“Good, good,” the director was saying, somewhere far away, and from the corner of my eyes I saw lights and reflectors and cameras, all centered on us, but none of it mattered. I barely even registered their presence.
Kent stared down at me, and I saw hunger in his eyes, suffering… and a terrible tenderness.
Reaching up, he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes searching mine, and I was struck by the realization that the animal attraction between us could be more. Much, much more.
He cared about me. He relied on me. He trusted me.
He wanted me.
I mean, that’s a lot to infer from a single look… but I felt it. I knew it in my bones.
Then he reached out and put his arms around me, drawing me close. I fell into his warmth, reveling in it. He smelled good, like soap and leather, and his hands tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to the side. His lips grazed my ear.
“Hello, Rebecca,” he said, low enough that I knew I was the only one who could hear it. “Ready to make out with your boyfriend’s brother?”