and he reached out for her hand again, holding it tightly. She didn’t deserve this; she didn’t deserve to be going through this, not again. Not after everything she’d been through in the past. And he didn’t really want to have to go there either, but what else could he do now? She’d confided in him, she’d pulled him into the situation and, whether he liked it or not, he was involved now.
‘We’ll get through this, Charley. I promise you, we’ll get through this.’
She looked up at him, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. ‘Will we? How, Kenny? Where do we even start?’
‘I don’t know, honey. I really don’t know. But you’re not alone now, okay? And somehow… somehow we’ll work something out.’
He just didn’t know what, and he had no idea how he was going to deal with this but she needed somebody, and he was going to be there for her. He wasn’t a stranger to this, he’d tried to rescue her from the nightmare of Jimmy Cash before, so he could try again. He just had to hope that, unlike the last time, the outcome didn’t end up the same.
***
India wrapped the robe around her, covering her almost naked body as she waited to be called to the set, running her fingers through her hair, shaking it out as she looked in the full-length mirror in front of her.
Sex with Dominic had given her a glow that even she could see and she smiled to herself, closing her eyes for a second as she remembered the way his fingers had stroked her skin, the things he’d whispered as he’d made love to her. She was in the throes of lust here – full-on, spine-tingling, all-consuming lust, and she was loving every second of it.
‘You thinking about me?’
She opened her eyes and smiled as he stood behind her, gently pushing her hair away from the back of her neck, leaning over to kiss it.
‘You’re so full of yourself, MacDonald.’
He laughed that deep, sexy laugh and she wished more than anything that they were making love for real in private any second now, rather than pretending in front of an audience.
‘You look incredible,’ he whispered, his hands moving round to the front of her robe, slowly untying the belt.
‘You’re doing that smooth-talking thing again and I’ve told you, it’s so not necessary.’
He opened her robe, slowly sliding it down over her shoulders, looking at her almost naked reflection in the mirror. ‘Jesus… I just want to fuck you forever,’ he groaned, slowly running his hands over her waist, down to her hips, making her gasp out loud. And it was true – he really did just want to spend an obscene amount of time in that incredible body, with everything it could do to him.
‘This really isn’t a great idea, Dominic. Not when we’ve got to go out there and…’
‘Have sex…’
‘I was going to say, act.’ She turned round to face him, sliding an arm round his neck, closing her eyes as he kissed her, slow and sexy, causing every inch of her body to break out in goosebumps.
‘I’ve told you, baby, we don’t have to do no acting.’
‘Jesus, Dominic, can you stop saying that, please? My dad’s out there.’
‘Then he’s gonna see his little girl like he’s never seen her before.’
‘Dominic! Come on…’
He smiled at her – that movie star smile that caused her stomach to turn a thousand somersaults – and she couldn’t help but smile back as he moved his mouth closer, almost touching hers. She thought she was going to pass out with the intensity of it all. She honestly had no idea how she was going to get through that afternoon’s filming.
‘You’re not serious, though. Are you, Dominic?’
‘About what?’ he asked, pulling her closer.
‘You know what. Can we be professional about this? Please?’
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
‘Oh, whatever,’ she sighed, rolling her eyes and he laughed, throwing his head back, his fingers lightly running up and down her back, causing her to breathe in deep – and want him more. ‘Okay, come on. Behave yourself.’ She’d suddenly turned on “Mommy Mode” and she couldn’t help laughing too. ‘You’re too horny for your own bloody good you are,’ she smiled, pulling her robe back around her as Michael approached them.
‘Whoa, here comes the ex-husband,’ Dominic smirked, his hand still on India’s back, and he had no intention of removing it. Why should he? Who was Michael Walsh anyway? Somebody who