The door slamsagainst the wall, probably denting it, maybe leaving a hole in the sheetrock.
But I don’t give a fuck.
Because Marie’s legs are wrapped around my waist and her mouth is locked onto mine, her tongue delving deep. Because I’ve got my hands on that lush ass as I kick the door closed and pin her back against it.
“This is stupid,” she puffs out as I drag my lips along her jaw, down her throat, taking advantage of all the bared skin on her chest and arms and middle to trace my tongue and lips along the silky flesh, the tempting curves.
“This is the best idea you’ve ever had,” I say against her skin, nipping lightly, flicking out my tongue.
Tasting her.
Devouring her.
“Stupid,” she repeats, her fingers tightening in my hair, her body arching against mine. “But it’s still really fucking great.”
I don’t argue with that, just reach down and wrap my fingers around the hem of her shirt, start yanking it up. It catches on her breasts, but I just yank harder, my tugs rewarded when her tits pop out. “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful,” I growl, burying my face in those gorgeous tits, licking and sucking, squeezing and rolling the hard buds of her nipples on my tongue. Loving the sounds of her moans, the feel of her rocking against me, shuddering when her hands snake down between us, dive into the waistband of my sweats and she wraps her fingers around my cock.
I curse.
She grins and starts stroking, and I know that I’m not all that far from losing control—or coming in my pants like a teenager, so I do some snaking and shoving of my own, knocking her hands away, using my body to pin her against the wall so I can get my hand in those leggings.
Peeling them down her legs is like wrestling a fucking crocodile, but I eventually manage to pull them, her underwear, and her shoes off.
I leave the socks.
Because they’re cute.
Which sends a blip of alarm through me.
Cute isn’t hot. Cute isn’t sexy. Cute is more…leading to obsession, to connection, to?—
Her nails bite into my scalp, slicing through the sudden burst of panic.
Right.
Who am I kidding?
I’ve been bordering on obsession from the moment she blocked me from getting in the Lyft.
Pretending otherwise is insanity.
But going down this road?—
Is just as crazy.
Because what if?—
“You going to stare at my pussy all day?” she murmurs, her tone breathless, albeit teasing. “Or are you going to make me feel good, handsome?”
I rip myself out of my thoughts, slam the heavy, steel door on the past.
Not the fucking time.
“You’ve got a gorgeous cunt, cookie.” I slide a finger through the plump, slick folds. “I kind of like looking at it.”
“I bet you’d like licking it more.”
Laughter bubbles up in my chest…along with heat.
