One Wild Night (Hollywood Chronicles #1)(9)

Desire surged, and I had the overwhelming urge to press my hands to his chest, to his cock, to let them explore and trace and discover.

He dipped his head, his mouth an inch from mine. Hovering. Wavering. His lips a mere breath away from becoming a kiss.

His voice dropped so low, it shook through me like a tremor. “And what I want is to make your body sing.”

“I don’t do this,” I whispered, feeling everything caving in around me. My willpower and self-control.

“Don’t do what?” he asked even lower.

His lips just brushed mine when he spoke.

Fire.

Trembling, I forced out the words. “One night.”

It was the truth. I’d never just fallen into a man’s bed. Had never allowed a complete stranger to touch me.

But maybe that was the most dangerous thing about Paxton Myles. He didn’t feel like a stranger. His face so familiar, his over-the-top world shoved in our faces in magazines and movies and the tabloids.

The fantasy.

Paxton growled, his big hands cradling me at the sides of my neck. “Who said anything about one night?”

I almost released the incredulous laugh bottled in my chest. But I was too busy getting lost in his gaze to chastise him for alluding to things we both knew would be nothing less than a lie.

Because we both knew exactly what this was.

Those eyes searched my face, and his tongue darted out, swiping across his full bottom lip.

My lips parted on a sigh. There was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

Nothing I could do to stop his kiss when his mouth fell against mine.

Because I didn’t want to. Didn’t want to resist.

His lips were soft at first, teasing caresses that sent a rush of chills scattering through my insides. He flicked my bottom lip with his tongue. Warm and soft and wet.

I opened to him, let him draw me closer as he kissed me deeper. Our tongues were a tangle of exploration.

And want.

Hot.

Unrelenting.

Ruthless.

He took, and I so willingly gave.

My phone rang in my purse, jarring us out of the rapture.

He jerked back.

His expression was enough to steal my breath.

The man was so insanely gorgeous.

Larger than life.

Adored by millions.

And he was looking at me in awe.

In lust.

As if I was the only thing he could see.

“My Uber is here.” The words were clogged with my own desire as I forced them out.

He gripped me tighter, his words a rasp. “Come home with me.”

A weighted moment spun around us.

My indecision snagged and snarled with the abounding lust.

“Okay.”

Wait, what?

I had to be insane.

A needy sound rumbled up his throat, and he dipped down, kissed me again.

This time hard and quick.

Possessive.

With a promise.

Then my hand was back in his. “This way,” he said.

He hauled me down the hall in the opposite direction of the party. The man clearly knew his way around as he quietly latched open a door and slipped us into the silence of a large storage room.

A gasp shot from me when he suddenly spun me around and pressed my bottom up against a table, his kiss verging on mad as he searched me in the dark, hands slipping down my sides and grazing across my breasts.

My stomach flipped and my heart rate kicked.

His touch elicited a moan from deep within me.

So easily.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you,” he whispered in the dark. Then, just as fast, he was dragging me deeper into the room and ducking us out through a back door and into the Hollywood night.

Cool air brushed my overheated skin, and those anxious nerves zipped through my veins, my breaths short and ragged as he snuck us around the building, careful to keep us concealed in the shadows.

He glanced around, checking that we were in the clear, before he tightened his hold on my hand and rushed us toward a limo.

He yanked open the door. “In.”

I didn’t hesitate. I just jumped inside, and he was sliding in beside me with a flirty smirk on his face as he slammed it shut behind us.

He lowered the privacy glass. “My house,” he threw out like an order before he closed it.

He cut his gaze toward me where I sat pinned against the far seat, squirming beneath the intensity.

His expression?

This time his expression was predatory.

He shifted on the long leather seat, crouching down on his knees where he moved to plant both hands on either side of my hips. “Hang on tight, Kaylee Rose.”

At his words, desire throbbed between my thighs.

His eyes darkened with lust.

Because we both knew it.

What I was giving myself over to.

What I was surrendering.

Giving what this beautiful man was all too willing to take.

One. Wild. Night.





Chapter 6





Paxton





We weave through the busy downtown streets and out of Hollywood toward my home in the Hollywood Hills. If only my driver would hurry the fuck up. With her fingers still laced through mine, Kaylee shifts nervously in the seat next to me. I can feel her anxiety and smell her desire.