Kissing Kendall

“Not really, not at all,” she said, her voice breaking as she blinked back tears. “Once I met you, got to know you, having the post, the account seemed weird.” She took a step toward him, arm outstretched, as if physical contact could make him understand that none of this had been malicious. “I never meant to hurt you.”

The absolute ice cold fury in his expression stopped her dead in her tracks and her gut dropped. It was too late. It had been from the beginning and she should have known that but she let herself believe that there could be more. It had been a pretty dream, but it had never been real.

“That’s what you think I’m so pissed about?” Carter

crossed his arms over his chest as if he had to contain himself. “That you had a damn fan account?” He let his head fall back and let out a hard laugh, then continued his voice rising with each word. “Of all the— I’m pissed because you could have told me and you didn’t. You knew how much this role meant. I told you.” Pausing, he rubbed the back of his head and pursed his lips together, obviously trying to pull back. When he started speaking again, his voice was quiet and heavy with resignation. “And you kept silent—even after the post was deleted.”

“I wanted to tell you—I tried—but you didn’t want to listen.” She wasn’t innocent here, but she had tried to tell him. “Every time I started, you changed the subject or kissed me.”

“Of course,” he said smacking his palm against his forehead. “It’s my fault you didn’t tell me. But what does it matter?” He closed the distance between them, stopping just short of touching. “We were just fucking.”

An angry heat rushed up from the pit of her stomach, rushing through her like a wildfire because that was not true—at least not for her and she would have sworn not for him either. “Is that all this was to you?”

His gaze dipped down to her mouth and then away, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Don’t pretend you ever thought of it as something beyond a way to gain more visibility for your Insta.”

“Damn it.” Heart racing, she cupped his face in her palms, forcing him to look at her, as she rose to her tiptoes desperate to make him understand. “What’s between us is more than just some stupid thirst account. I’m falling for you.”

“Very convincing.” He turned his head, kissing her palm. “I almost believe that but we both know it’s nothing but lust.”

“Carter, you know that’s not true.”

Aubrey dropped her hands, but it was too late. The sensual pull of being this close to him, the touch of his lips still buzzing against her hand, the way her body was still so attuned to his as if she could feel his touch before he even reached for her—all of it wound its way through her, making her overwhelmingly aware of how much she ached for him.

“Do I?” He came in close, holding back on touching her as if giving her a final out, one he knew there was no way she wanted to take. “I wish I did.”

Aubrey held her breath as the world stopped in that moment, the one when anything could happen. She could walk away now or she could try, one last time, to make him understand. The thing was, there wasn’t a choice. She leaned up and kissed him, putting everything she had into it hoping he’d recognize the truth in her touch.

He pulled back, but there was no missing the hard tension in his body or the desire darkening his eyes.

“This isn’t going to change anything,” he said, his voice a rough rumbling jumble of need and want.

“If that’s true, then why are you scared to touch me?”

“You want me to touch you?” He took her by the hips and pressed backward, backing her up against the wall and lifted her up so she fit perfectly against his hard cock. “You want this, Aubrey?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

This was a mistake, but there was no way Carter could walk out of here without touching Aubrey again. Yeah, he was probably being an idiot but part of him couldn’t let go, not yet anyway.

He brushed his thumb over her slightly parted mouth. She shivered and nipped his thumb. Giving in to the wicked temptation she offered, he lowered his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss, melding his lips to hers, not waiting for an invitation to sink his tongue into her luscious mouth. Dragging his hands upward from her hips, he lifted her sundress higher as he went until he had to pull away from her to pull it over her head and fling it across the room. He’d no more than done that than he dipped his head back down, feasting on her mouth as he plastered his hungry body against her, rocking against her even though the friction wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted—needed—more.

He wanted to watch her tits sway as she rode him until she couldn’t come anymore, have her fall into a sweaty heap beside him to sleep, and then wake up a few hours later to do it all again and again and again. Fuck. Was there anything more dangerous than that? Easing back from her, he fought to steady his breathing and get the world back on an even keel. Fucking to prove a point, that’s all this was. It’s all it ever could be.

He rocked his dick against the crotch of her soaked panties, slow and steady, so unlike his heartbeat. He didn’t seek out her kiss-swollen mouth, instead he zeroed in on the base of her throat, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh then licked his way up her throat, bringing his mouth against her ear.

“Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?” He ground his cock against her, squeezing her ass cheeks in his firm grip. “This is what you do to me every time I so much as think about you and it’s only been a few days. I guess I should be grateful. A few months, years, with you and I’d be lost.”

She stiffened in his arms. “Put me down.”

He stilled against her, their position as intimate as it could be with her still in panties and him still in his jeans. Way to go asshole. How about you keep your jerk mouth closed unless someone writes the lines for you? He knocked his forehead against the wall but released his hold.

She glided down his body until her feet touched the carpet and pushed him back several paces so that the back of his knees nearly hit the bed. Not giving him time to recover, she swept her leg behind his and knocked him down onto the Snow White comforter.

“Just fucking, huh?” Her hands were on the button of his jeans, flicking it open with ease. “Is that all there is between us?” She yanked down his zipper and shoved down his jeans and boxers. “Fine. Then let’s fuck. One more for the road, right?”

He lay flat on his back, never moving a muscle while she stripped him, turned on beyond belief, her ferocity making his balls ache. And as she stood, looking down at him as she slipped off her bra, he deliberately slid his right hand across his pecs, over the flat landscape of his abs and stopped only when he wrapped his long fingers around the base of his shaft, rubbing his cock in long, slow strokes.

Watching him, she cupped her tits and rolled her hard nipples. “I will miss seeing you do that.”