“It’s killing me too,” I reply, desperation making me rub myself against his fingers, wanting to feel all of him. He slips two fingers inside me, stroking them in and out while he leans back on his seat and concentrates his gaze on the stage.
He looks as if he has all his attention on the play, but his fingers… His fingers are driving me crazy. He finds a sensitive spot inside me and rubs against it, and I grip the arm of my chair, biting back a loud moan as I hover on the edge of coming.
He turns from the stage to look at me, and from the stage lights, I can see the stark arousal on his face, the lust in his dazzling blue eyes. I can’t stop myself from spiraling over the edge. I cover my mouth with my hand, biting my lips as ecstasy ripples through me. He doesn’t stop until my body stops shaking, only then does he pull his fingers out and pull my dress down over my thighs.
He leans close to me. “Do you like me better now?”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You’re growing on me,” I manage. “Perhaps you can keep trying.”
He chuckles. “I’m certainly up to that.”
After the play, we descend from the gallery and go downstairs to the circulation area, where most of the press and critics are standing, some of them discussing the show. Landon stops to talk to a few of them, his demeanor charming and friendly. He keeps me beside him, his arm around my waist in a gesture that feels both protective and possessive, even as he introduces me to a couple of people.
After a while, we’re joined by Aidan Court, who looks just like a younger version of Landon, except that his hair is dark, and his eyes are a lighter shade of blue.
His gaze immediately land on me, and he smiles, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of friendliness and mischief. “You must be Rachel,” he says, “I’m Aidan.”
He looks almost too young to be directing a play on Broadway, but I don’t say so. “It’s great to meet you,” I reply, “and your play was very enjoyable.”
“I hope the critics think so,” he says with an easy laugh. “But let’s forget about work. What’s a nice girl like you doing with my brother?”
“None of your business,” Landon tells him, sounding both good-natured and affectionate.
Aidan wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me laugh.
Landon shakes his head. “How’re you coping with your ingénue?”
Aidan shudders. “Don’t ask.”
“I thought she was wonderful,” I proffer.
“Spellbinding actually,” Aidan corrects me, his eyes clouding for a moment. “But as I said, let’s forget about the play, Landon promised to take me out for a drink. I hope you’re coming?”
Landon’s hand tightens around my waist. “Of course she is,” he says, looking into my face for assent.
I nod. “I would love to.”
We end up at a bar close to the theater, where we find a private table and order drinks while Aidan regales me with stories about Landon. He’s five years younger, and from the way he talks about his brother, it’s plain to see that he idolizes him.
Some of the stories are hilarious, and Aidan is a gifted storyteller. I find myself laughing delightedly while Landon mock-threatens his unrepentant brother.
At some point in the evening, Landon has to take a call, leaving me alone at the table with Aidan.
“Now’s your chance to dig for dirt,” he says with a wink. “Ask me anything, I’ve been spilling on my brother since I could talk.”
I laugh. “Nah, I’m good.”
He nods, his voice turning serious. “Landon’s my big brother, and he’s saved my life… not just the one time everybody knows about. It’s great to see him looking as happy as he does with you.”
“You think he looks happy?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve seen him smile more tonight than since the night our mother died. In fact, I should be thanking you. Last week he was chewing my head off when I abandoned the play and went up north to hide out. He knew where to find me, and he talked me out of the funk I was in. Brought me back here too, to the delight of the producer and investors. He was mad, now he’s not, and I’m sure I have you to thank for that.”
“Last week?”
“Yeah,” Aidan says with a shrug. “Once in a while I go off the deep end. But I’m working on it.”
I’m not really listening anymore. When Landon had left me in San Francisco, it had been to take care of his brother, not work as I’d imagined. There were so many sides to him, but each side I discovered made me love him more.