Deciding it was safe to push back the curtains, she had just stepped out of the bunk when he emerged from behind a cabinet door where he’d been kneeling. “Morning, Ash.” She jumped, her hand going to cover her thumping heart as he said, “I thought I’d make us eggs today, but I can’t find the—”
When he finally turned all the way to face her, his words fell away. His hot gaze moved from her face to her light blue tank that didn’t quite cover her hips, then to the soft leggings she slept in, and then back up to her face. He’d never seen her in glasses, and though it shouldn’t matter if he thought she looked extra geeky in them, it did. Simply because everything about Drew mattered to her, whether she wanted it to or not.
But judging by the incredible hunger in his gaze—hunger she knew for a fact that she was echoing right back at him—her glasses didn’t turn him off. And every single sexy moment of her dream came back to her as they stared at each other across the bus.
It was just a dream, Ashley. Snap out of it!
But even as she reminded herself that it hadn’t been real, her body couldn’t help but remember how amazing it had felt to be in his arms on the beach in Los Angeles. All he’d need to do to make the dream real was move toward her, lift her up onto the table, and kiss her. Not even a half-dozen movements, and then she could have everything she wanted.
For a moment, as he continued to stare hungrily at her, she thought he might do exactly that. But then a muscle jumped in his jaw, and he stayed right where he was as he asked, “Did I wake you?”
She opened her mouth to say something short and impersonal. But what came out was, “I was in the middle of a dream.”
Oh no, where had those words come from?
As if he couldn’t stay away another second, he finally moved closer. But she was stuck right where she was, one hand on the wooden base of her bunk, the other still between her breasts over her racing heart.
“What were you dreaming about?”
She shook her head and pressed her lips together. She couldn’t tell him the truth, could she? Couldn’t admit to him that he’d been starring in an X-rated dream.
“I dreamed about you again last night,” he said in a low voice. “Were you dreaming about me, too?”
The heat in his voice swamped her, made her brain even slower than it already was. Her resolve to keep her ever-increasing feelings secret from him dissolved at the same moment the word, “Yes,” slipped from her lips. God, how was she ever going to forget about her feelings for Drew if she kept blurting out things like, I was dreaming about you.
“Ash.”
The air inside the bus started to crackle with such intense attraction she actually felt the fine hairs rise on her arms. Drew was moving even closer, reaching for her, when his cell phone rang.
“Damn it,” he said when he heard the ring tone. “That’s my sister Madison.”
“You should get it.”
Since Ashley couldn’t figure out how to keep her mouth shut around him—who knew what she’d be telling him next, probably every single sexy detail of her dream—she made herself dash into the bathroom, turn on the shower, strip, and step in before it was even close to hot.
And as she stood and shivered beneath the icy-cold spray, she hoped it would freeze some sense back into her.
Chapter Fourteen
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Ashley had been dreaming about him.
For the past twenty-four hours, that was the only thing Drew had been able to think about. Along with the fact that when he’d seen her in her pajamas for the first time—all of her curves on incredible display—he’d nearly lost it right then and there in the middle of his bus at seven in the morning.
And the glasses she’d been wearing?
They’d only made her hotter. Especially because he knew just how big the brains were behind those glasses. And how big the heart behind her gorgeous curves.
He’d had to leave the bus for an interview before she got out of the shower yesterday, and after that she’d done her best to stick with his crew. By the time he made it back to the bus after the meet and greet that night, she’d already been back in her bunk with the curtains drawn. And then, by the time he’d come out of his room this morning, she’d been outside talking with Max.
Making absolutely sure that the two of them were never alone.
Today, Drew had arranged his tour promotion schedule so that they could drop by the house Smith Sullivan and Valentina Landon were renting while they filmed their new movie in Oklahoma City.
It had been a dream come true when they’d asked him to work on this film with them—and the rushes he’d seen had been incredible. If only he could write something for the soundtrack that was worth a damn. As it stood right now, not only was he going to have to bow out of the opportunity of a lifetime, he was also going to leave them hanging.