“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my ear, and even though I can’t see beyond his chest, I can feel the silence that descends in the room. I imagine that everyone’s eyes are on us, and I feel inordinately shy. Most of our relationship has been conducted in private so being under observation is beyond uncomfortable for me.
“Hi,’ I respond.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the set. It happens so fast that there’s no time to notice who was staring or their expressions. I’m relieved to enter the privacy of his trailer.
“Oh,” I say. Kyle’s trailer is beautiful. It’s like a suite. The living room is furnished with a black leather couch and gorgeous hardwood floors. “It’s beautiful.”
Kyle laughs. “Come and see the rest of it.”
He takes my hand and gives me a tour. The kitchen has granite tops and equipment that would make any chef proud.
“I’ve wanted to show you this room in particular,” Kyle says and pulls me into the bedroom. He pushes me gently onto the bed and drapes his body over mine. “You look so beautiful staring at me with your gorgeous sea-green eyes that go straight to my cock.”
I burst out laughing. “You can’t say such things.”
“Why not?” he demands but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He presses his mouth to mine and probes my mouth open with his tongue, sending shocks of pleasure all the way to my toes.
Kyle trails kisses on my jawline and my neck before returning to my lips. I moan as he kisses me deeply, and his hand caresses my breast. In seconds, I’m already panting for him. He knows every part of my body intimately, and he knows how to get me aroused.
We’re just getting into it when a loud knock comes on the door. Kyle groans and pushes himself up. “I won’t be long.”
I gaze up at the ceiling with a smile on my face. If you had told me three months ago that I would be on a movie star’s bed making out with him, I would have told you that you were crazy. But Kyle is not just any movie star. He’s the kindest, most loving man I’ve ever met.
Voices come from the next room, but I can’t hear the words. Kyle returns to the bedroom. He stands at the doorway.
“The director wants to see me,” he says. “I’ll be back soon, so don’t move from there; otherwise, there’ll be hell to pay.” He wags a finger at me, and I laugh.
“Yes, sir.”
I hear his footsteps fade away and the door bangs shut. I look around in wonder. His bedroom reeks of luxury. I sink deeper into the bed and allow my eyes to close. Then a knock comes on the door, and I scramble to get up.
The door swings open just as I enter the living room, and Skyler walks in. All air leaves my lungs as I meet her gaze.
She, on the other hand, doesn’t appear surprised to see me. Her lips curve into a smile, but her eyes remain cold. “Ah, if Kyle was a rock star, you would be known as a groupie.” She giggles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something catty, but that’s what she wants, and I won’t give it to her. “Hello, Skyler.”
She cocks her head to one side and studies me. “I’m just curious about one thing. What does Kyle see in you?”
I beam as if she has said the most amusing thing. “That is one question we’ll have to ask Kyle.”
She narrows her eyes and I take that as a win. She’s not used to people talking back to her. “You know he’ll leave you once he gets tired of you, right? Outsiders don’t do well in this industry.”
I smile back even though I’m seething inside. I remind myself that what Kyle and I have is special. It’s unbreakable, and nothing that Skyler or the tabloids say is going to change that.
“I’m good with that,” I tell her. It feels good to see the frown on her perfect face.
Chapter 33
Kyle
When we’re shooting a movie, weekends are my favorite time, unlike in the past when I longed to be back on set. And it’s all because of Grace. I fork a piece of French toast and feed it to her. We’re in the kitchen having breakfast after a morning spent making love.
“You have that ‘loved in’ look,” I say with a chuckle.
She smiles. “I’ve never heard of it, but I’ll take it.”
“What do you feel like doing today?” I ask her, even though I’d be quite happy to spend the day ravishing her body.
Before she answers, the front door opens, and heavy footsteps come toward the kitchen. Sebastian walks in minutes later. I’m surprised to see him as we did not have an arrangement to meet.