Free No Matter What by Michelle Betham

you are.”
    She walked over to the clothes that had been laid out on the bed by her stylist, looking at them closely, picking up the short black dress.
    “You know, I’m still not sure about this Hollywood glamour thing.   Is it really me?   I’ve never felt all that comfortable in dresses and heels.”
    She turned to look at him.   He was definitely going for the unique approach to red carpet fashion, looking very much like the rock star he portrayed in the movie, dangerously sexy in black leather pants and biker boots, a black t-shirt that clung to his amazing body, his dark hair pushed back off his handsome face.   He was standing there, in her hotel room, a man who’d once been her idol and was now her friend and that didn’t feel strange anymore.  
    But he was so beautiful.   She couldn’t ignore that any longer and all of a sudden she felt a tight sensation in her chest which, for a second, made it difficult for her to catch her breath.
    “You ok?” Kenny asked.
    She nodded, throwing the towel she’d just used to dry her hair onto the floor.   “I want to wear biker boots too.”  
    Kenny laughed.   “So wear them.”
    “Not sure what the stylists would say about that.   Look at all the trouble they’ve gone to to sort all this stuff out for me.”
    “Fuck the stylists!   You’re you, India .   Let the world see that.”
    He watched as she slipped on a pair of high-heeled shoes that had been left next to the dress they’d picked out for her.   In only her underwear and those heels she looked like a walking real-life fantasy and he’d never looked at her like this before. He’d never felt like this before, not about India .  
    He ran a hand along the back of his neck and turned round to pour himself another shot, knocking it back in one, turning back around to see her looking at him, standing there, all sexy-as-hell-centrefold and no idea what she was doing to him.
    “What’s wrong with you ?” she asked, cocking her head slightly.
    He walked over to her and she suddenly felt her stomach jolt, like a million butterflies had just been let loose in there, and she felt absolutely powerless.  
    He was smiling at her; a knowing smile, a smile that was conveying something she knew neither of them were going to be able to stop and she felt the room start to spin, aware only of the loud rock music still coming from the CD player and the fact that Kenny Ross was beside her.   He was so very close beside her now.
    And then it happened.   That line between friendship and lovers suddenly became blurred as he pushed her back against the wall, his fingers closing around hers as he stared into her blue eyes, eyes that were telling him it was ok, it was fine, they could do this.   They were going to do it anyway.   The time for turning back was long gone.
    As his mouth touched hers, gently at first then harder and faster, it was like a bolt of white hot electricity had been shot right through her, his body pressed up against hers, his fingers stroking her skin.   It was crazy, totally unplanned and it had taken her completely by surprise, this sudden rush of feelings for him.   She had an ache so bad it was killing her, she wanted him so much.   There were no words, no-one spoke.   No-one needed to.   The message was loud and clear and the wheels were already in motion.
    But even Kenny felt dizzy with the speed at which events had turned, because he wanted her so badly now, and he was almost sure he hadn’t felt this way yesterday.   He suddenly needed to feel every inch of her, and he had no idea where these feelings had come from, maybe they’d always been there, but he needed to become a part of her now and within seconds he was there.   Within seconds he’d pushed his way inside her beautiful body, feeling her hand squeeze his tight as he pushed harder, her moans turning him on even more and it was incredible, it was crazy, and he’d never experienced anything like it before.