Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Meow!
I almost laughed at the way my mind was melting when I suddenly realized Carson was pulling me up to a standing position. I followed him willingly, our lips never once breaking contact. He walked us backward to the wall, and when my back hit solid surface, he pressed up against me, a growl coming up his chest. He let go of me and I heard both of his hands hit the wall on either side of my head as he caged me in. He kept working my mouth, licking and sucking my tongue as he pressed into me again, groaning once more. The sounds he was making and the feel of the wall behind me, anchoring me, cleared the lust fog just a little. Oh my God, this was crazy. What was I doing? A couple minutes before, we had both been tearing each other apart emotionally. How did this happen? Sure, he was great at what he was doing with his mouth and his body, but that was because he was a professional! Oh my God! He’s a professional! He’s good at this because he does it a lot. As in a lot, a lot. Again, what in the hell was I doing?
I opened my eyes and seeing his face millimeters from mine, his eyes closed and his long lashes fanned over his cheeks, brought me fully back to reality. I made a strangled sound in my throat and tore my mouth off of his, turning my head and putting both my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me. He staggered back, looking dazed, and we both stared at each other, shocked, panting.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he finally said, giving his head a shake.
“For what?” I asked angrily. “The insults or the kissing?”
“The insults. Not sorry for the kissing.”
Oh.
He took a deep breath and ran a hand though his messy hair. Had I done that?
I blew out a breath. And damn it if, even though I was still a little angry—more so at myself now—a part of me wanted to dive right back in to the kissing part.
I shook my head, clearing away the last of the fog. We’re in an elevator. He’s a porn star. We just told each other a secret, and then viciously threw it right back.
I laughed a small, humorless laugh and looked up at the ceiling, pulling in a long breath and letting it out again.
When I looked back at Carson, he was staring at me, a look of confusion on his face. “What’s funny?” he asked.
I turned and sat down, banging the back of my head against the wall lightly. He came over and sat against the back wall of the elevator, directly to my right, drawing his knees up and resting his forearms on them again.
I groaned. “Us. We’re awful people. We each shared a secret, and then used it against each other within five minutes flat.” I shook my head and looked over at him. “I’m sorry too.”
He took a deep breath and looked down for a minute before bringing those beautiful hazel eyes back to me. “No, that was me. I made the rules and then I attacked you instead of playing by them graciously. I was a sore loser.”
I tilted my head, surprised at his response. “That game had high stakes.” I paused. “How about if we just talk for a little bit?”
A grin spread over his face, that little dimple showing itself, and the true beauty of him momentarily stunned me.
I studied him for a moment. “Why aren’t you a model or an actor or something? You have the looks for it.”
He chuckled. “I know.”
“Modest too, aren’t ya?”
“I don’t need to be modest. I didn’t do anything to earn this face. It just is what it is.”
I snorted. “Just when I was kinda starting to like you again.”
“Does you liking me translate into more kissing?” He grinned again, shooting me that devastating smile.
“No. Now tell me why you don’t model instead of…what you’re doing.”
“Let people primp me and put makeup on me for hours and then pose in front of them? God, that sounds a thousand times worse than porn. Shit.”
“Worse than porn? So you don’t like doing it then?”
He stared at me for a minute and I could see his wheels turning. Finally he said, “Truthfully, no, I don’t like doing porn.”
“Why?” I asked quietly.
“Because I like to fuck the way I want to fuck. I don’t like being told what to do or moved around like a chess piece in bed. Part of the high of sex for a man is the chase. There’s no chase in porn. And before you get mad, I’m not trying to push your buttons with that wording. I’m just being honest. I don’t find it enjoyable. I mean beyond—”