Page 29 of Heart Set on You

We’re still a secret but she’s at least stopped going out of her way to avoid me on set. She still isn’t comfortable with me getting too close to her at work, so I typically don’t. I have to fight the urge to touch her on an hourly basis, satisfy myself with only catching her eye whenever I can. The thrill and excitement of knowing our eyes are on each other is usually good enough. But seeing her today after that hotter-than-hell text has me breaking our rules.

“No one is going to come back here,” I tell her, flipping her in my arms, pulling her into me by her waist. My fingers dig into her skin. I look into her eyes before kissing her so she can see how badly I need to touch her. Rylee gets to me. Something about her makes me lose all control. I’ve never been a guy who’s enjoyed a lengthy amount of kissing but with Rylee everything is different. The kiss intensifies. It’s steamy, sensual. She tastes of mint, something sweet and sexy.

“Oh my gosh.” She blinks. “You’re crazy.”

The taste of her does crazy things to me. Devouring her right here in broad daylight is proof of that. “You make me crazy.”

I’m not sure how this girl can make me lose all control like this. What I do know is she has wound me up in a way no one else has before. I should probably go for a run – burn off some energy, anything to get control of my libido. I need to do something. I want her in every way possible. In my trailer, in my bed and in my life.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” I tell her when we pull apart, our breathing shaky.

“That was…” she steps back, tracing a finger over her bottom lip.

“Fucking amazing,” I say, finishing off her sentence. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight. I have an idea. Come over?”

“But your family is there.”

“So? You will love them. My brothers are easy to get along with and I’m sure Olivia and Ellie will practically adopt you as one of their own.” I reach for her hand, lacing her fingers in mine, hoping she’ll say yes.

She looks unsure. I’m not surprised. I expected her to take some time to think about it. “I don’t know.”

“It will be fun. Promise. You can ride with me from here. We’ll order take-out and I’ll have my driver take you home at the end of the night.”

She tilts her head to one side, looking at me. “You’re sure about this? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Nothing’s changing over here. I want you to come over. I mean it.”

“Okay.”

I smile then kiss her forehead. She squeezes my hand before letting it go. “I’m happy you are unable to resist my charm,” I tease.

“Shut up,” she says, with a smile on her face that I want to kiss off. “Maybe I just feel sorry for you. Now let me get back to my job.”

Chapter Thirteen

Rylee

“I knew it!” Abby whisper-shrieks from the sink beside me, her wide eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

“Shhh, you have to be quiet,” I plead, glancing toward the closed door of the crew bathroom. “Nobody knows about this, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Fine. But seriously, I don’t get you. If Miles Bennett was about to introduce me to his family, I’d want it to be front page news.”

I hadn’t exactly planned on telling Abby about Miles today, but when she pressed me on why I couldn’t walk back to the hotel with her after work I got tongue-tied trying to come up with an excuse. After interrogating me like I was a witness on trial, Abby broke me. I ended up spilling it all, from our sushi lunch after Miles found me in the rain, to our first date and our first kiss outside my hotel room.

“You are not helping. I’m already nervous enough,” I say, digging around in my purse for my lip gloss and powder.

Abby pulls out a hairbrush and hairspray and hands them to me. “Here, use these,” she says, then tilts her head as she watches me try to fix my hair. “I knew there was something different about you.”

I wonder what would make her think that. Miles and I were being so careful. But I don’t have time to get into it with her right now. It will have to wait.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting his family looking like this.” I wince as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m wearing a cropped white T-shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans and ankle boots. The hem of my shirt isn’t quite long enough to cover my midriff. Thankfully, I did manage to wash and straighten my hair this morning.

“Are you kidding me? You look hot. Those jeans fit you perfectly. Your ass looks amazing,” Abby says as I apply a bit of blush to my cheeks then run her brush through my hair for a second time. I finish with a coat of lip gloss and a spritz of body spray.

“It will have to do. This is all I’ve got to work with,” I say, stuffing my beauty supplies back in my bag.

“Don’t think we are finished with this conversation. You have been hooking up with Miles Bennett and you haven’t said a word. I’m not sure whether to high five you or call this friendship off,” Abby huffs with an exaggerated pout.

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