I barely pull away, just enough to catch my breath, and with my lips brushing his, I whisper, “Stop talking.”
Jared chuckles lightly against my lips, and his hands settle on my waist, pulling me closer. I kiss him harder, letting the worldfall away, until it’s just the two of us; the muffled sounds of my family’s laughter turn into background noise.
The sharp sound of a door slamming somewhere in the house snaps me back to reality. I jerk away, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps, and I sneak a glance toward the laundry room door, half-expecting it to swing open any second.
“Scared you’ll get caught, Castillo?” Jared smirks, his hands lingering on my waist.
“Definitely not, but you’ve met my family,” I say, trying to play it cool. “Do you blame me?”
“Fair point,” he says, a light yet warm laugh escaping him.
His thumb brushes over my hip, a seemingly casual touch that sends a rush of electricity straight to my core. Before I can gather my thoughts, his lips find mine again. His hand slides up my side, the lightest brush of his fingers teasing until they graze my chest. A gasp escapes me, caught off guard by the sensation, and a shiver runs down my spine.
I glance at the door, my voice a rasp. “Lock it.” The words feel like a command, just as much for him as for myself, because the thought of being caught, exposed like this, rips at the restraint I have left.
The door clicks shut, and suddenly, it’s just us. As soon as I look back at Jared, he grips my hips and lifts me onto the washer like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him instinctively, pulling him closer until there’s nothing between us but lust and the erratic pounding of my heart.
His hands tighten, his fingers pressing into my skin like he’s barely holding himself together. When his fingertips skimbeneath the waistband of my pants, a sharp gasp escapes me, my body arching into him like it has a mind of its own.
His gaze is molten. Dangerous. “You’re going to ruin me.”
A wicked thrill shoots through me. I meet his eyes, my voice low and daring. “Then do something about it.”
That’s all it takes. Whatever control he had? Gone. He lifts me again, his movements fueled by pure, unfiltered urgency. Clothes disappear in a chaotic blur, discarded without care because patience doesn’t exist in this space, not when I need him like this.
Jared drops to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as his mouth finds me, wrecking me in seconds. My head tips back, fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure detonates through me, sharp and all-consuming.
“Mierda,” I breathe, barely holding on as the sensation drags me under.
He watches me the whole time, his eyes blazing, owning every reaction he pulls from me. I shatter, and before I’ve even caught my breath, we’re tangled on the futon, his body beneath mine.
I straddle him, hands braced on his shoulders as I sink down, a strangled moan slipping past my lips. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming in the best way, stealing the air from my lungs.
His palms over my hips guide my movements, his jaw clenched like he’s holding back. Something raw and real flickers on his face, but he looks away before I can read it.
I don’t push. Not now. Not when his hands are gripping me like he needs this just as badly as I do.
I move faster and harder, and then his lips crash into mine, swallowing my gasps as we chase the storm. Everything is fire. Everything is needed.
“Someone’s going to hear us,” I breathe, my nails digging into his chest as I ride him.
“I don’t care,” he growls. His hands lower me against him. “Let them hear how good you take me.”
The thrill of it spikes, and I feel that addictive tension coursing through me.
“God, you’re crazy,” I gasp, a nervous laugh escaping me. But even as I laugh, the need to feel him takes over, my body responding before my brain can catch up.
“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly stopping me,” he says, moving his hands to palm my breasts.
“We’ll get caught. I don’t.” I draw circles with my hips and lift my hair up to a ponytail, holding it with my hands—“know how long we’ve got.”
“Long enough,” he drawls, eyes dark with primal desire. “And trust me, if someone does walk in, they’ll know exactly what we’re doing. And I’m not stopping. Are you?”
I bite my lip, the rush of excitement and fear swirling together in a heady mix. And even with the possibility and danger of getting caught hanging over us, I can’t bring myself to care. I lean into him again, bouncing harder, faster, the need for release building with every pulse, every shift.
“Baby.” My voice trembles, and I grip him tighter as my body arches, chasing that sweet release, needing it to shatter through me.
“Come with me,” he whispers, his voice rough, dangerous with the raw intensity of it all.
