He’d felt more than his share of sexual attraction throughout his life, sure, but it was normally toward the female form, in general. The promise of sustained, heightened pleasure was what drew him in. There was never a specific individual in mind.
But every hour he spent with Melody changed that a little more.
Now, with the chaos of the night behind him, he could no longer keep the thoughts at bay. Melody in his bed, edging him to the point of agony, his muscles straining, teeth drawing blood from his bottom lip, sweat pouring down his chest.
If he wasn’t planning on revealing his mutual crush on her—and doing something about it—then his protective attitude was likely leading her on. Giving her false expectations? That was unconscionable. He couldn’t seem to stop himself from guarding her, though, especially in this fraught situation. Protecting Melody Gallard was instinctive. Always had been.
How the hell did he turn it off?
“That’s me up ahead,” he told Melody, realizing their fingers were linked and resting on her crossed legs. Jesus, his hands were moving without a single command from his brain. Touching her was like breathing. “On the corner.”
She peered through the windshield. “Your doorman has a top hat.”
“That’s Reeves. He’s not going to be thrilled about the camera. Does anyone have a chocolate bar on them, by chance?”
“There’s one in my camera bag. Several, actually.”
“You’ve still got that sweet tooth, huh?” Danielle asked, looking at Joseph in the rearview mirror. “One more way in which we’re incompatible, I suppose.”
“Agree to disagree,” was all Joseph said back, his tone suspiciously lower.
Melody perked up while Beat rooted around in the camera bag and pulled out a Baby Ruth. That’ll do. “How did you say you two met?” Melody asked.
“We didn’t say,” Danielle replied breezily, as the SUV pulled up along the curb. “And anyway, it’s ancient history. Shall we get inside before another crowd forms?”
“Yes.” Beat waited for a member of the security team to alight, before stepping out onto the sidewalk and turning to help Melody—and froze. She hadn’t buttoned her coat upon leaving the gala and when she leaned forward to take his hand, the sides gaped, giving him an up-close-and-personal look at her tits where they struggled to stay secured inside her neckline. God help him, his dick turned to concrete at the sight, his bow tie becoming a noose.
A horn blared on the avenue while passing the SUV and Melody started, her foot catching on the lip of the door frame, and she pitched forward out of the vehicle. Beat’s thoughts were fuzzy, thanks to every ounce of blood in his head going south, but when she flailed, his panic galvanized him and he opened his arms just in time to catch her.
And oh God, her warmth, her shape and weight. Gravity gave all of it to him at once and the sensation was so incredible, sparks sizzled at the edges of his vision. Her breasts were full against his chest, her knees grazing the sides of his hips. Their laps smacked together and pressed, held, and he knew she could feel his hard-on, because her breath caught in his ear, the sound only making him stiffer.
Set her down.
How long was he going to stand there holding her?
Beat attempted a swallow and it got caught in his throat, but he disguised the resulting choked sound with a cough and reluctantly settled Melody onto her feet. Two big spots of color were spreading on her cheeks, her eyes landing on everything but him.
Oh yeah, she’d definitely felt it.
Another car passed with a series of staccato beeps and they simultaneously started speed walking to the building entrance. Reeves stepped out onto the sidewalk and doffed his hat, using it to ward off the approaching group. “Now, see here, you fine folks. Building management must sign off on any filming or things of that nature—” Beat handed Reeves the candy bar. “Oh, a Baby Ruth! Why, I haven’t sunk my teeth into one of these in an age. Now let’s see if I remember the ingredients. Peanuts, caramel . . . nougat.” The doorman broke off when he realized the whole crew had stepped into the elevator at the rear of the lobby. “Pardon me, Mr. Dawkins—”
“Could you guys stay with Reeves and bring him up to speed?” Danielle called to the security team where they lingered behind in the lobby.
“Yes, ma’am,” one of them shouted back.
“Mr. Dawkins,” Reeves tried again.
Briefly, Beat leaned out of the elevator and winked. “You never saw us, Reeves.”
The doorman sighed, regarding the candy bar in his hand. “You’ve tricked me again with chocolate. You’ve had my number since you came for visits as a teenager.”
Before the elevator door could close, Joseph reached into his camera bag without a break in filming. He extricated a yellow package and lobbed it through the opening where Reeves caught it midair. “Oh, a Butterfinger! I haven’t had one of these in—”
The steel doors of the elevator snicked shut.
Everyone exhaled at once.
“What did he mean you’ve had his number since you were a teenager?” Melody asked.
“This used to be my parents’ place. One of them, since they liked to split time between LA and New York. Whenever I was in town, I used to bribe him with chocolate not to squeal on me when I broke curfew.”
Melody’s lips twitched. “He won’t get in trouble?”
“Not a chance. He’s been manning the door so long, a bunch of the residents chipped in a few years back and bought him a partial stake in the building. Unless he fires himself, he’s not going anywhere.”
Melody’s shoulders relaxed. “Good.” Her fingers shifted in his grip and he couldn’t even remember when he’d started holding her hand. “So . . . when does the filming stop for the day?”
“We’ll get a final shot of you entering the apartment, then we’ll call it a night,” Danielle said briskly, handing Melody a leather bag, presumably packed by the network stylist. “We’ll be back at nine a.m. to pick you up for the flight.” She held up six fingers to them, mouthing the word six a.m. off camera, obviously to mislead the viewers. “Sound good?”
Beat wanted to argue about the final shot of them going into the apartment together. It was a move that would be purposely suggestive. Viewers had linked them romantically since the first second of filming and this would only increase speculation. But if he took issue with the final shot, he might give Melody another reason to find a hotel for the night. And he wanted her going back out into the cold to combat overzealous fans about as much as he wanted his wisdom teeth pulled without Novocain. Bearing that in mind, he kept the argument in check and a few moments later, he closed his apartment door behind Melody.
And they were alone.
Well and truly alone for the first time in their lives.
“The quiet has never been more noticeable,” she said, closing her eyes.
Her voice sounded incredible inside his walls. “Long day.”
“The longest.”
Make it better for her. After all, he was the one who’d dragged her into Wreck the Halls in the first place. With a lurch in his midsection, he took the overnight bag out of her hands. “Come on, I’ll show you the guest room. Do you want coffee, tea, or alcohol?”