I WOKE UP to Will’s mouth, his sexy sinful mouth licking me from the inside out, I thought it had been a dream, until I felt his hands on my thighs, until I felt him exploring like he was my own personal alarm clock.

Each lick was another ring that it was morning.

Lick, time to get up.

Lick, lick, let’s hit snooze.

I lay back, my body pulsed, buzzed with awareness of what his mouth was doing. I’d never allowed anyone to do what he was doing.

It was too personal.

And maybe a part of me had wanted to save it for him.

Save some small part of myself for his mouth.

“Will!” I clenched my thighs as fiery darts of delight threatened to take me over the edge. “I think that—”

“No thinking,” he said from beneath the sheets, slapping my thigh lightly with his hand, heat rushed through my body, centering on where his mouth was teasing. Pleasure built so hard and fast I couldn’t even speak.

But I did scream.

And pant.

And say a whole bunch of embarrassing things about never leaving bed ever again and shopping for a chain.

Whatever that meant.

Chains? Really?

“I forgot how good your skin felt against my face,” his sleepy voice rumbled. “How damn good you taste on my tongue.” Another kiss to my hip as he surfaced from under the white down comforter.

I sucked in a breath.

He was.

Beautiful.

Just.

I felt the tears again.

Maybe that’s how he did it, how he owned hearts all over the world, because he looked at me like I was his world.

“I don’t deserve to be looked at that way,” I said sadly. “Maybe one day, but not right now.”

“And who’s to decide what you do and don’t deserve?” He tilted his head. His hair was mussed all over the place, I wanted to drag my fingers through it over and over again, feel the golden texture slide through my hands while I pulled his head down to mine in greedy kiss after greedy kiss.

He moved to a sitting position and pulled me into his arms. I clung to him like my lifeline.

“I’m afraid,” I admitted. “I’m so afraid of walking out that door.”

“Don’t be.” He cupped the sides of my face and pressed a kiss to my nose. “It’s just us, all right? Besides, I think the only scene we’re shooting today has to do with me silently brooding over you talking to another guy. What could possibly go wrong?”

“You speak?” I teased.

He pounced, pressing me against the mattress with his heavy body and then his hands found my breasts again, his mouth slid over my ear. “We have time.”

“Time?” I laughed.

“Time.” He winked and then he was dragging me out of bed and into the shower.

We stumbled into it together, hands on each other’s bodies, kissing every free space that wasn’t covered.

“You know,” I grabbed the soap and started running it over his muscled chest, laughing softly when his eyes narrowed. “I think you’re the best agent I’ve ever had.”

“Someone’s got a sense of humor in the morning.” Will smirked, “I better be the best damn agent you’ve ever had, emphasis on the ever.”

I grinned and stood up on my tiptoes. “The best. I promise.”

“Good.” He relaxed and then pushed me toward the wall and assaulted my mouth. My body wasn’t built or ready for the way he attacked with every weapon he had in his arsenal, his words, his mouth, his tongue, he knew every weakness I had and used them against me, until I was a panting sweaty mess begging for more.

I should hate the powerlessness I felt at his touch, at the way time slowed around us as water pounded against our bodies and he slid into me again, roughly slamming my cheek against the cold tile until I gasped at the contact of the heat of him at my back and the ice of the tile against my breasts.

“Don’t stop,” I cried. “Please.”

“Never,” he rasped. “Never again.”

I crumpled into his arms and prayed that the day would end the way it started, with Will looking at me like everything was going to be okay.

Technically we were almost late but only because Will had to grab his phone from Zane.

He refused to look at it.

I didn’t ask him why.

Nor did I ask why Zane had seemed so concerned last night.

Instead, I shut the world out and focused on the cup of coffee in my hand and the warmth of Will’s kiss fading from my lips.

A swarm of reporters surrounded the beach.

More than usual.

At least ten times more.

I frowned and tried sinking back into my seat.

Will reached for my hand and squeezed. “It’s nothing you’ve never faced before, Ang, only this time we do it together.”

“You’re my agent,” A sense of dread washed over me . “People are going to talk aren’t they?”

“People can go to Hell.” He curled his lips in disgust and gave his head a shake. “Trust me, this will be old news by tomorrow.”

“Promise me that we can be shut-ins tonight?”

His eyes swept over me with such a hungry gaze I felt hot all over. “Do you think I’d want it any other way?”

“I hope not.”

“Not. It’s not.” He scrutinized me a minute longer as if looking for any weakness he needed to put armor around, as if waiting for me to break so he could figure out how to shield me from the ugly. “It’s going to be fine, all right?”

He was so authoritative now.

Wise.

Trusting.

I trusted him.

I gave him a shaky nod and opened my car door just as Will took a quick look at his cell phone and paled.

It was bad timing.

The press hounding us.

Will looking down.

Me looking lost.

He quickly flashed me a worried smile, then grabbed my hand, kissed it, and helped me wade through the crowds.

I might have covered my ears.

I might have tuned them all out.

I might have been on the verge of tears for no reason.

I wanted him to myself.

I wanted us to ourselves.

Why the hell had I taken this job?

Right. Comeback. To prove something.

And now all I wanted was to go back into the car and drive with Will, anywhere but here.

We finally made it past the barricade where reporters couldn’t linger, and into the hub of action.

Jay was rubbing his eyes with his hands, Pris looked worried, and everyone was on set, including the wives.

The minute they saw us, I knew something was very wrong.

I froze.

Stopped moving.

And then the crowd parted.

And Andrew walked toward us.

Will pulled me against him.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed between us before he made a cautious approach.

Cameras flashed from behind us, we weren’t far enough away for them not to see the reunion of the two best friends who broke up the world’s biggest boy band.

And the girl who helped them do it.

I had to lean on Will to keep from collapsing.

He was strong, immobile, pissed beyond all reason. It was a look I’d never seen him give, like he’d gladly go to prison for murder and cheerfully take a life sentence just so he could wipe Andrew off the face of the earth.

Andrew’s blue eyes skimmed over both of us. His mop of dark hair was gone, buzzed close to his head, tattoos lined his arms, and menacing was the only word that came to my mind.

If Will had turned into this respectable man.

Andrew had turned into pure wickedness.

The last time I’d seen him he’d been at a party. His solo career had taken off just about the time mine started spiraling into non-existence. I had asked him for help once, but he told me I was bad for his image.

Right, I was bad for his image.

I swallowed and fought to keep my head held high.

“I wonder.” Andrew’s smooth voice made my teeth chatter. “What glorious web of lies you’ve spouted to him to get him back.” He tapped his chin. “Nice seeing you both, oh and sorry about not letting you know about the cameo, the studio thought it would be a nice… reunion. The rest of the guys fly in today.”

He walked past.

Will glared at Jay but he was on the phone yelling at someone.

Zane made a shooting motion in Andrew’s direction just as Andrew turned back around then Zane flipped him off, which according to the level of his fame right along with Alec and Demetri meant he could do whatever the hell he wanted, my friends were A-list celebrities.

Andrew had been dying to get that letter since losing it after the band broke up. He craved it.

Fought for it.

Hated Will for still having it despite changing careers, and he’d made that clear the last time I’d seen him when he’d told me I was trash.

Will finally unfroze and gripped me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. “You okay?”

I shook my head no.

“He wasn’t supposed to be on set until tomorrow, I didn’t even know until I checked my phone. I’m—” His eyes were wild, crazy. “Ang — say something!”

I opened my mouth, and then puked all over the sand.