Star Struck by Laurelin Paige Read Free Book Online

entrances.”
    “By all means. Go back to your waiting. Don’t mind me.”
    She glared a delicious glare that caused his cock to pulse. Then she lowered her head and returned to practicing with the drill.
    He folded his arms and leaned against the wall to watch her. She recited her lines quietly so he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but from her actions, he understood the gist. Heather’s character was attempting to drill into the sand at the beach. For what reason, he could only imagine, though he could tell the bit would be funny as she struggled, with the heavy drill, straddling it to get a better grasp.
    It would also be goddamn sexy as hell. Just ask the straining bulge in his pants.
    He let out a laugh, disgusted with his body’s reaction.
    “What?” Heather’s head snapped toward him.
    “None of your beeswax.” He’d be damned if he let her know what she did to him.
    “Then can you give me some space here? Remember you’re supposed to leave me alone.”
    “You started talking to me first, princess.” He stepped toward her. “And this is my territory.”
    She dropped the drill and stood. “Stop calling me that!”
    “What? Princess?” He felt the smirk on his face. “I just call things as I see them. Sorry if it hits too close to home.”
    Her brown eyes widened. “Why are you such an asshole?”
    “Why are you such a bitch?” A bitch with fuckably pouty lips and soft, luscious curves.
    “I’m only responding to my environment. You’re so mean to me. What did I ever do to you?”
    What did he do to her ? He almost laughed out loud. As if she was completely innocent in their feud.
    He couldn’t take it anymore. Forget keeping his reaction to her a secret. She asked and he was so turned on by her that his body moved of its own accord. Grabbing her by the waist, he pushed her into the wall behind them and pressed full against her. Damn, she felt better than he could have ever imagined. Her full breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths, her nipples standing through the flimsy material of her suit, begging him for attention, begging him for more contact.
    “That’s what you do to me, princess.” He nearly growled the words as he ground his erection into her pelvis.
    She drew in a sharp breath, such a sexy sound he nearly exploded.
    His brain screamed at him to stop. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be touching her. Not just because she was a snotty bitch, but because of their roles in the showcase. His behavior was incredibly inappropriate.
    But he couldn’t help himself. When he registered the desire that mirrored his in her eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to take her plump lower lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before thrusting his tongue into her lush mouth.
    He’d barely gotten to taste her, to lose himself in the wonder of her warm lips, before her palms landed on his chest and shoved. Hard.
    Her delicate stature was no match for his muscled frame, but he pulled away, as horribly painful as it was to do so.
    She slapped him.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes were dark with fury.
    Well, he deserved that.
    He brought his hand up to rub the sting from his cheek but was startled from the action when Heather grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt and pulled him back to her. Back to her sweet mouth.
    He was so astonished that it took him half a beat to react to the rough sweep of her tongue. Then he did react, with plunging strokes of his own, sucking her lip deep into his mouth, his fingers winding tightly into her ponytail. He couldn’t get close enough to her, couldn’t get deep enough inside her.
    Her fingers dug into his chest as he pushed closer, and he groaned. She met it with a low, needy moan, the sound vibrating through Seth so completely he could feel it in his balls. He increased the depth of the kiss, stealing her breath until they were both panting as his hand circled her plump breast and squeezed. She cried out