Caught on Camera (Love Through a Lens, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m just trying to be a supportive fan.” “So it wasn’t to piss me off? To see how I’d react?” I put my hands on either side of her head and cage her in. “A way to get me to remind you that you’re mine?” “Am I yours?” she asks. She reaches out and grabs my shirt, her gaze meeting mine. “I’m not sure that I am.” My eyes bounces to her mouth. Fuck, I want those lips around my cock. I want to kiss her. I want to hear what kind of sounds she makes. I want to drop to my knees and bury my head and tongue between her legs. I need to walk away from her because I’m six seconds from acting on these lowered inhibitions, and that would get me in serious trouble. I’m not allowed to want her, but I do anyway. “Lacey,” I croak. My right hand curls into a fist, and it takes every ounce of self-control to pull away from her. “Do it,” she whispers, and she lifts her chin in a dare. “I know you want to. I want you to, too.” She’s taunting me, showing off something I can’t have when all I want is just a taste. The smallest bite, then I’ll be satisfied. I’ll be good. I won’t ask for anything else. I grab her by the belt loops of her jeans. I tug her into my chest and cradle her cheek with my hand. I tilt her head back so I can look at her, and she’s smiling at me. “You make it impossible to stay away,” I say. “So don’t,” she says, and the challenge hangs heavy in the air between us. “Fuck it,” I ground out, then I bend down and crash my mouth against hers.