I don’t know how long we kiss. It could be seconds or hours, but when I finally break my mouth away from his, I see his lips are a little swollen. It’s then I realize that we’ve just made out like high school kids.
“Are you trying to seduce me so I don't write a story about you?” I tease him. But I’m almost positive I’d do almost anything to have his lips back on mine.
“Write whatever you want. Most do. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” He gives a small shrug. I don’t know why his comment kills the mood but it does. It might have something to do with the fact that I’m now thinking about him and another woman.
I start to crawl off his lap, but his hands go to my hips, holding me in place. It’s then I feel his hard cock pressing into me. How I missed that I have no freaking clue. I lift an eyebrow at him, and he releases his hold so I can slip off his lap and stand. I’m a little unsteady on my feet. I’m still in somewhat of a shocked state that we just made out. I shouldn’t be, because neither of us can deny the attraction we have to one another. But I came here to get answers. To get my story, and I’m not leaving without it. We all know that’s not the only reason I came here, but it’s still one of them.
“Why did you leave New York?” I ask as I start to roam around his space. It looks freshly cleaned. I can tell he hasn't really settled in. There isn’t stuff lying around, but it doesn’t look as though he’s comfortable in the space.
“Needed a change.” That’s a vague answer. I continue to take in the room.
“Didn't want to face the pregnancy?” I turn to face him. Hating that I have to ask that question, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if I didn’t get it off my mind. I really should have asked before I kissed him if that was the case.
“There is no pregnancy. Not one that’s mine, at least.”
“Why not agree to the paternity test?” I ask. The judge had actually thrown the case out, so he didn't have to.
“There was no point.”
“You’re that confident?”
“Yeah.” He stands from the sofa. I watch as he reaches down and adjusts his cock. I try to play it cool. No big deal, but I’m sure the heat I feel rushing to my face shows, and Corby doesn't look like one who misses much.
“I think I should go.” An ache starts to form in my stomach. I shouldn't have come. Corby made it clear what he wanted when he invited me over to his place. This is so typical. He’s a celebrity who thinks he can have whatever he wants. Of course he’s some playboy; I don’t know why I would have thought anything different. As much as I enjoyed kissing him, I’m not going to be another notch on his bedpost. This is Cherry Falls, after all. There is no avoiding an ex once you have one here.
“I thought you wanted a story.”
“Not sure there’s one worth telling here.”
“Ouch.” He lets out a bark of laughter. The sound is rich and damn sexy. Yeah, I need to get out of here before I end up back on the sofa with him. He has heartbreak written all over him.
“See you around, O’Neal.” I turn to leave heading for the door. My feet feel heavy and my body screams for me not to go. Before I make it to the door he snags my hand spinning me back around to face him.
“There was no need for a test because I never touched her. The judge threw the whole thing out because the woman had broken into my place to begin with. I hadn’t pressed charges because she was clearly crazy. Starting to wonder if I made the wrong choice in that.” Damn.
“Why? Because now everyone thinks you are dodging out on a kid?”
“No, I don’t give a shit what they say. They are always saying something.” After the digging I did on him, I think he might be right on that count. People have this weird obsession with him. I’m kind of getting that. He’s mysterious. Even I find myself being drawn to him.
“Then why are you thinking you made the wrong decision by not pressing charges?”
“You. Because now you’re thinking I’m dodging out on a child, and that doesn’t sit well with me. Isn’t that why you're trying to run out of here?” I lick my bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I mean I was down with the whole killing people thing, but the shitty dad thing wasn’t working for me.”
He smiles, and I swear my panties burst into damn flames. This man may not be a serial killer, but the way he’s looking at me tells me he's lethal in a different way.