Page 4 of Marshmallow
Did I just hear what I think I heard?
“You want to…what?” Surely he didn’t say he wanted to help me get undressed. That’s just…that’s not what happens to girls like me. We covet these guys. We don’t get them to want us.He’s teasing me.I laugh and roll my eyes. “You had me going for a second there,” I say, pointing my finger up at him. Up at his strong and broad shoulders, so defined they look carved by the hands of a master sculptor. Up at his gorgeous face, teasing smile, light-brown hair that I’m dying to tug on while I squeeze his head between my thighs—wouldn’t that be something? I think I’ll imagine that while BOB and I (BOB=Battery Operated Boyfriend) work out some frustrations later tonight.
Carter’s mouth kicks up on one side, looking highly amused. “I said—”
Flash. Flash.
“We need some test shots, guys. Stay right there.” The photographer moves around us, a cacophony of shutter noises going off around us. “You look fabulous together. This shoot is going to be a cakewalk.” He nods as he admires the tiny screen on the back of his camera, clicking through the images and nodding approvingly. “Looks good. I want you both against this wall first.” He points about a yard to my right. “Use the furniture if you feel that way inclined. We want passion and tension.”
Passion and tension. With the way I’m feeling, they’ll be getting embarrassing leg humping. My god, how am I supposed to be professional when my ultimate book boyfriend is standing right in front of me with teasing eyes?
“I don’t think we’ll have a problem there. Do you?” Carter asks, placing his hand on the wall next to my head.
I chuckle, nervous. “Well, I definitely feel tense.”
“Pretend it’s just you and me.” The camera starts clicking, and he places his free hand on the side of my face, leaning in like he might kiss me.
“That makes me even more nervous.”
He leans in closer, lips brushing against my ear. “You make me nervous too.”
“What?” I gasp and place my hands against his chest like I need him to steady myself.
He meets my eyes, the green of his searing into some deep and hidden part of me. I’m completely lost and captivated. “I’ve been nervous since I slid into your DMs the other day. I worried you’d think I was just some creeper trying to—” He clenches his jaw like he can’t bear the thought. “I didn’t want you to say no to me.”
“How could I? I mean, you’reyou.” The words fall from my lips in unrestrained honesty. I should be embarrassed, but there’s something in his eyes that makes me feel safe. Or maybe it’s just those giant arms of his and the way his body holds such power, yet his touch is gentle and warm. I want to melt against him like the girls in the romance novels do.
“And you’re you.” He runs his fingers lightly down the side of my face, so featherlight that it makes my eyes flutter closed. I’m so confused. I don’t know if he’s doing this because he wants to, or if it’s because there’s a camera taking photos of us.
“I don’t understand,” I force out as he changes position, lowering his hand so it skims the side of my body, down, down until he’s gripping the back of my thigh and he lifts, pressing himself into me.
“Does that clear things up for you?” he murmurs, just as I feel it. One giant, rock hard appendage, straining against his pants, throbbing against my crotch.
I gasp.Holy shit.
Carter Reed has a hard on for me.
Carter
Her eyes go wide as I press myself against her center, my cock aching with need. She smells like vanilla. I wonder if that’s intentional because of her username. “You smell like marshmallows,” I say near her ear. I can hear the speed of her breath increasing, feel the quickening of her heart as her chest heaves against me. “Do you taste like them too?” My tongue snakes out. I can’t help myself, I taste the soft skin of her neck, releasing an unrestrained moan, running my lips along her jawline. When I reach her mouth, I realize she’s trembling.
“Am I scaring you, sweetness?” I ask, my mouth next to hers, my voice quiet enough that only she can hear.
“No,” she responds. The simple honesty makes me lose my mind. I kiss her. Her lips are pillowy soft, and she releases a tiny mewing sound as my tongue slips in, moving longingly against hers. My head swims with the perfection of her taste, my body ignites and I’m pretty fucking sure this is the doors of heaven, opening to welcome me home. The room cheers.
Fuck. I totally forgot they were here.
“Holy fucking hell,” Saffron says, pulling us out of the moment. When I turn, I find her fanning herself with her hand as she grins like an idiot. “You two are going to melt the words off the page. My readers will lose their ever-loving minds when they see the pictures that come out of this shoot.”
The photographer moves to stand beside her, flicking through the images he’s captured off us. Both of them are nodding.
“So hot,” Saffron says.
“Hear that?” I say, smiling down at a flush-cheeked Marsha. “We’re hot together.”
“It feels pretty hot,” she says, pressing her teeth into her lip as she grins. I can’t help but place my thumb on her lip and pull it free.
“It drives me wild when you do this.” A curious look crosses her face. “Your Instagram profile,” I explain.
