For a moment, she just stares at me, like she’s waging a war in her head I don’t know about.
I’m not sure what to say or if I should offer to go. And maybe she’s not sure how to ask me to leave. I’m way out of my depths here.
I open my mouth to ask her what’s next, but my jaw snaps closed when she grabs my hand again and pulls me behind her.
She pushes open another door, and I realize we’re in her bedroom. It’s as sparse as the rest of the house—just a blow-up mattress on the floor with a single pillow and a thin blanket.
Honey closes the door with a soft click and turns to face me. The tension between us crackles like a live wire ready to set this whole room ablaze. Her blue eyes are dark with need, her lips slightly parted. And just like that, my control snaps.
I close the distance between us and lift her up against me. Her legs wrap around my waist as my mouth crashes down on hers. This kiss is different—hungry, desperate, all teeth and tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl against her lips. “Been thinking about this since I first saw you.”
Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. “Me too,” she breathes.
I walk us to the air mattress, lowering her down gently. She looks up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes never leaving mine as I pull my cut off and toss it onto the cardboard box beside the bed.
“You sure about this?” I ask, giving her one last chance to back out.
She sits up and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing a sexy lace bra.
“I’m sure,” she says, her voice steady despite the blush spreading across her chest. “But…”
I cock my head to the side.
She bites her lip. “It’s been a really long time.”
My lips twitch. “How long?”
“Six years.”
My brows go up.
Holy shit.That’s a crying fucking shame.
Yanking my own shirt off, I drop to my knees in front of her. We need to remedy that immediately.
I lick my lips and motion her closer. “C’mere.”
She scoots to the edge of the mattress, and I capture her mouth again, one hand sliding up to cup her breast.
Honey arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her. My cock thickens.
Reaching behind her back, I unhook her bra, and her perfect tits spill out.
“Jesus,” I mutter. I cup their weight in my palms. Round and firm, and her nipples are hard, begging for my attention. I lower my head and take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard bud.
“Oh!” She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders.
I switch to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while my hands work at the button of her jeans. When I finally get them open, I pull back to look at her.
“Lift up.”
She raises her hips, and I tug her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.
“Look at you,” I breathe, my eyes drinking in every inch of her spread out before me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t try to cover herself.
