It made no sense. This woman drove me mad.
She tangled her hands in my hair, and her green eyes locked with mine. “Obviously you want to kiss me.”
“I think you want to kiss me just as bad as I want to kiss you, Firefly,” I said, our lips still brushing against one another’s.
“I mean, it’s normal to be curious,” she said, her words breathy. “We could agree to one kiss, and we never speak of it again.”
That was all I needed. My mouth crashed into hers. Her lips parted in invitation, and my tongue slipped inside. Her hands were pulling at my hair, tugging me closer, and I gripped her ass and lifted her feet off the ground. I stepped inside to get out of the cold and kicked the door closed behind me. I pressed her back against the door, and I moaned when she ground up against my cock.
I had one hand supporting her ass and the other on the side of her neck, tipping her head to the side so I could take the kiss deeper.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer as she moved faster.
Our lips attaching to one another.
It was frantic and needy.
Her hands moved to my shoulders, her mouth pulling back from mine as she gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders as she continued grinding up against me with a fury.
Faster.
Harder.
My dick was so hard I was certain he’d tear through the denim.
And she used every inch to get herself off.
I thrust into her and watched as she went right over the edge.
It took everything in me to remain still as she rode out every last bit of pleasure.
I was desperate to follow her into oblivion. But I did not need to appear like a teenage boy who couldn’t control himself.
Even if that was exactly how I felt.
I just stared at her, watching the way her eyes fell closed.
The way her cheeks flushed.
Her lips were red and swollen where we’d kissed like two feral animals.
And even if I didn’t let myself finish, watching her fall apart while grinding up against my cock was the next best thing.
Apparently, Limp Biscuit still had it.
Chapter Nine
Violet
Hells to the yes!
Damn. Charlie Huxley had just lived up to every fantasy I’d had about him, and our clothes had remained on.
I blew out a breath and smiled as I slowly slid down his body. “Well, I think we’re going to have to change your name to Hard as a Rock Huxley.”
He roared in laughter, and when Charlie Huxley did that, it always felt like you were witnessing something special.
Something that he hid from the rest of the world.
