After Brad leaves, Johnny appears. The men are all in semi-formal wear tonight, and the bad boy puts his own sexy spin on it with a skin-tight blue suit and a white dress shirt with several buttons open at the top, exposing his tattooed chest. His dark hair is styled into a beautiful mess that is begging me to run my fingers through it, but I resist.
I don’t resist, however, when he gets me alone in a hall and pulls me close. Actually, we’re not alone – cameras seem to be everywhere except the bathroom – but when he slides his hand over the bare skin above the low-cut back of my dress, I temporarily forget about our surroundings.
“Where’ve you been, sexy?” His eyes feel like they’re sliding the silky straps off my shoulders.
My words come out much breathier than I intend. “I’ve been around.”
“I think you’ve been avoiding me.” His thumb edges around one of my shoulder blades and my back arches, causing my chest to press against his.
“Why would I do that?” I know exactly why I would do that, and why I have been avoiding him.
“Maybe because you know you won’t be able to control yourself around me.”
His words hit a little too close to home. Avoiding him is much easier than trying to exercise willpower when he’s this close to me.
He bends his head to mine and my breath catches. A quiet little part of my brain tells me to move away from him, but a much more persuasive voice in my head argues that one little kiss couldn’t possibly hurt anything. It’s not like I’m going on a date with him. I’m not even alone with him, so I know things won’t go too far.
Instead of kissing me, he pulls back a little, like he knows he’s got me hooked. “You should be spending more time with me and less with some of the others.”
I huff out a breath. “I’m here to get to know everyone. That’s kind of the point of this whole thing.”
“But maybe everyone’s not actually here to get to know you,” he says.
I straighten in his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve heard some of the guys talking about how many followers they have and how they’re looking at that number to skyrocket now that they’re on TV.”
“Like who?”
His lip curls up in a grin, or is it a snarl? “It’s not my place to say, but you should especially watch yourself with Caleb and Gerard.”
My stomach goes cold. Caleb would be one of the last people I’d have expected to deceive me, and Gerard seems like a great guy too. “You’ve heard them talking?”
Johnny leans closer again. “Talking. Too much talking. We’ve got better things to do than talk.”
I have more questions for him – I want details – but he silences me with his lips, pressing them into mine with a barely contained ferocity.
My body responds instantly and my worries about any of the other men evaporate as Johnny tastes me, sliding his tongue along my upper lip before slipping into my mouth.
The action goes from zero to eighty faster than any kiss I’ve ever participated in. His hands slide down my back and cup my ass, pulling me against him, letting me feel his excitement as his hardness presses into my belly.
I kiss him back, even though I know nothing good can come of it, but I can’t help myself. He smells good, feels good, and tastes good, and his hands – as they slide over my curves – are making me feel things that I can’t deny.
The sound of a door banging closed brings me out of the hazy, horny fog I’m in, and I pull back from Johnny. A group of guys are now watching us from the other end of the hall – Samuel, Christian, Brad B., and a few others. Their expressions range from curiosity to irritation and maybe even disgust, and I separate myself from Johnny.
Though I have no problem with the idea of getting physical with several of the guys, I’m not cool with having them witness my intimate moments with others. Especially not moments that are starting to get as hot and heavy as this encounter is.
Besides, I don’t want to get carried away with Johnny. There are plenty of other men here to kiss; I really shouldn’t be wasting my time with a bad boy when there are so many other great options.
“I should be going,” I say as I move a step away from his hard body.
He lifts his chin to me in a nod, his eyes running down the length of my body. “Remember what I said,” he warns before he turns away.
I move in the opposite direction from the group of observers. I want to go quickly but I force myself to move unhurriedly. My lips are tingling as if a drug has been injected – a drug called lust.