Touch
Derek had been so good all night long. Keeping his hands to himself and not giving in to the desire that had been nagging him all day. Especially when she had come out on stage in her underwear. Now that had gotten him hot under the collar. But still, he had held it in.
Touch
Derek balled his hands into fists. All day he'd had to content himself with only the most necessary touches. A hand on the arm, a brush of his fingers, a gentle touch to her wrist to lead her. Now here she was all dolled up in that golden gown, looking more gorgeous than any woman had a right too. Damn it all, he wasn't made of stone.
Touch
He set his hands on the stage woman's shoulders. She nodded and headed off to take care of other things. Derek had to remind himself to close the fastening, not rip the dress open like he wanted to.
Touch
Derek gently set his hands on her hips. It wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't enough. He wanted to grab her tightly and pull her flush against him. To whisper in her ear about all the sleepless nights he'd had imagining the two of them together. Then he wanted to take her back to the dressing rooms and make every fantasy a reality. But this was all he could have.
Touch
Derek whispered to her about being a star rather than the ache in his heart. And his loins. He didn't pull her close, he didn't even press a kiss to her temple like he wanted to. Derek couldn't risk messing up her wig or makeup. No matter how badly he wanted to.
Touch
He murmured to her that he did understand love. Because he really did. Maybe even more than Karen. But he had to focus and let Karen go do her last number. No one could have feelings about anything but Marilyn right now. Not even him. There was too much on the line for everyone involved. But if he could have feelings…well, maybe then he could tell Karen how much he wanted just one touch.