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anything. She’d
caught his very first gig a thousand years ago when they’d both been starting
out . . . no way he even remembered that . . . but she’d known from that first
moment that he was due for stardom.
    And now the star
had his hands full of her ass, and she desperately wanted to reciprocate.
Tate’s finger worked back toward her knee, pressing into the space between her
thighs and asking her to part them, but she stayed firm.
    Like the
thickness pressing against her that she wanted to rub against like an
attention-starved cat.
    “You’re too hot
for me to be able to pull that off.”
    A
warmth crept up Sin’s
neck. He said that to everyone, but the line was so well-rehearsed it sounded
genuine. She didn’t get a lot of guys calling her hot, even though she knew she
was. Sometimes it was nice to hear it aloud from someone other than her
reflection.
    He bent over and
kissed the top of her knee. “I can try. That’s the best I can do.”
    She fisted her
hands to keep them out of the wet spikes just inches away. The “no touching”
was as much for her as it was for him. If she got her hands on him, there was
no way she’d want to stop.
    “Can we at least
go sit in the living room?” His tongue darted out to lick the curve of her
thigh. “ Mmm . Nevermind ,
let’s stay right here where you’re at the perfect height for a late night
snack.”
    Sin’s laugh
sounded strained, and she eased herself off the counter. “Living
room.”
    He pretended to
look defeated, and Sin pretended not to be charmed. She followed him into the
other room, wishing he was wearing more than a flimsy towel. “How about some
wine?”
    Sin settled into
the corner of the couch and paused her tape recorder.
“Please.” She couldn’t stop watching his graceful movements. Every step was a
ballet of movement. It was the one thing he’d never lost since that first
night, this ability to move with the harmony of either the constant music in
his head or the symphony of the earth. She’d seen it a few times in musicians
and it fascinated her. They never seemed to be able to turn their musicality
off, and she admired their willingness to devote their entire lives to
something that seemed to consume their entire soul.
    During Tate’s
rise to stardom, she’d always expected him to lose it, but it had remained,
there during concerts or the occasional behind the scenes non-interview. And
tonight, as he poured a glass of wine while wearing nothing but a towel. Her
nipples tightened painfully, and she tried to ignore the clenching of her sex.
    She drew her
lower lip into her mouth and chewed off the last bits of lipstick. He was
insanely sexy, and she wanted him so bad it nearly stripped away her ability to
think up interview questions. She dug in her purse and pulled out her tiny
notebook where she’d scratched out the top ten questions she’d pulled together
to ask him.
    He returned with
two glasses of wine and extended one to her. “Here’s a freebie for you. I never
drink wine in public, but it’s my drink of choice.”
    She smiled and
took the glass, clinking the tip of hers to his. “Do
you want me to keep that a secret?”
    He shrugged and
tilted the wineglass up. “I have a feeling that question will be the least of
what you’re going to make me reveal.”
    A tone of defeat
colored his words and she cocked her head. “Giving up so early?”
    He took another
sip and leaned over her to set his glass on the table beside her elbow. Sin
inhaled the rich scent of him, making her sex throb with need. Her pulse
skittered, and she pressed her thighs together tightly. His fingertips trailed
from the wineglass to the couch arm, across her lap, and up her arm. “Finish
your wine before I get back, will you?”
    She smiled into
those dimpled cheeks and tried to keep her composure. “Maybe.”
    He cradled her
face and brushed his lips against her forehead. Sin was going to die right here
on the couch. There was a vibrancy about