Page 74 of The Star

I slide my hands around his neck, digging them into the skin there as I speed up our kiss. He groans as he kisses me, and when I start to grind my hips in his lap, he yanks on my hair to pull my mouth from his.

“What?” I ask, breathless, leaning toward him again.

“Not here,” he groans, gripping my hair to keep my lips from his.

“Please,” I breathe. “Carson, I need you.”

He lets go of my hair at that, lunging for me and smashing his mouth to mine. I grind on him again, slipping my hands up his neck and into the back of his hair to pull on the strands as I press my chest to his.

We kiss fiercely, his tongue playing with mine and creating a fire between my legs that only he can put out. When I pull my lips from his, he opens his eyes to look at me.

“Fuck me.” I grind on him once more, rubbing the sweet spot between my legs against his growing cock. He presses his lips to mine again, pushing me backwards until I’m lying spread out on the floor and he’s between my legs.

“I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be on the floor of some ballroom.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want to fuck you in my bed, where I can take my time with you, make you drench my sheets and scream my name.”

My stomach bottoms out at his filthy words, making me moan as my hips circle on their own accord. He kisses me again, pressing closer to me so his dick rubs my clit. “I want to spend all night between your legs, feasting and fucking until you can’t hold yourself up anymore. I don’t want a quick fuck in a dark room. I want you shaking and exhausted when I’m done with you.”

His lips find mine again, and when his hand circles my throat, I moan. His hips flex, putting more pressure between my legs and driving me crazy. “Carson,” I moan against his lips, begging with one single word.

He nods, moving his hand from my throat to my chest, where he squeezes my breast for a moment before he continues dragging it down my front. He presses against my stomach, grabbing the fabric of my long dress to pull it up.

“Well, look what the fuck we have here.”

The voice makes my head jerk up, catching Cassidy standing in the open doorway, her phone in her hand as if she’s been taking photos of us.

Carson sighs, annoyed like it isn’t his girlfriend catching him cheating on her. He falls down on top of me, groaning. “Goddamn it.”

Cassidy laughs. “You’re fucking the trash, Carson?”

I feel his body go solid as his muscles tighten up, then he slides off me and stands up to address her. “Shut the fuck up.”

Pushing my dress back in place, I stand up too and take a step backwards to keep a good distance from them.

Cassidy laughs again. “Is this why I’m not allowed to be mean to her? Because you’re fucking her? Great job. You managed to get the dirtiest girl on the block to sleep with you, now can we go?”

Carson takes a step toward her. “Watch your fucking mouth, Cass. I mean it.”

“Oh my God.” She covers her mouth as she laughs again. “You have feelings for the girl from the hood?”

I can feel the rage bubbling inside me, but I take a deep breath, so I don’t charge across the room and lay her out again.

Cassidy’s gaze moves to me. “Do mommy and daddy know what their kids are doing?”

I lunge forward, but Carson holds an arm out to catch me before I can reach her. “Logan, don’t.”

Cassidy laughs. “Let’s go, Car. Let the trash take itself out.”

“No,” he snaps, making Cassidy’s eyes flare. “We’re done. I think you should leave, Cassidy.”

She grits her teeth, snapping her eyes to me for a moment as the anger takes over, then she looks back at Carson. “We’re not breaking up.”

He sighs, leaning his head back in frustration. “Cass, enough already.”

“No!” she yells, but then an evil smile takes over her face. “How about I walk back to that party and tell everyone what I just saw in here? That the new brother and sister arefuckingeach other?”

I lunge again, going for her throat, but Carson is quick to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me back. I spit my words at her like they’re bombs. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

She giggles, an awful sound that makes my stomach turn over. “Car, I’m going to head back to the party. Why don’t you get rid of the boner tenting your slacks, then join me. I’ll give you ten minutes.”

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