“Tell me you want me,” I say before she can push me away.
She pulls back, her head tilting as my thumb presses beneath her chin. Her lips are swollen from our kiss. Bruised from the passion and brutality warping our senses.
“I want you,” she practically begs.
A heavy, almost growling sigh leaves me. The hair on my neck stands.
She wants me…
“I want you, too,” I breathe.
Her gaze darts to my lips before meeting my eyes again. “What about your promise to my brother?” she manages. “The band? Thinking it could ruin everything?”
The question barely reaches my ears. It’s all I can do to keep my cool as I say, “Fuck your brother,” and then kiss her again.
Because right now, with the way she’s staring at me—kissingme—the damn memory of her whimpering my name… Seriously.
Fuck Reed Matthews.
“Get your fucking laptop,” I tell her when I force myself away, knowing if I keep kissing her that I’ll take her right here against the wall. “I need to taste you before anyone gets the bright idea to interrupt us.”
She swallows and nods, and when I release her, she darts quickly up the steps.
I don’t wait for her to come back down. I head toward the pool house and start tidying up, looking for any way to draw the curtains and lock them in place without appearing suspicious.
I turn on the television, my playlist, and the white noise of the dehumidifier in the hopes that it’ll drown out any noise or at least make it seem like we’re just hanging out if someone came knocking.
I’m covering the windows in the bedroom when I hear the door open and shut. I still haven’t caught my breath, and when I see her standing by the counter, turning on her laptop, I stretch across the room.
I can see her fingers trembling as she takes the memory card from her camera and puts it into the slot.
Her eyes drift twice in my direction, and she exhales a short breath, her chest caving.
It’s the smile in her dark eyes that nearly does me in.
“Wait—” she says as I start to kiss her. “Give me… give me one second. I actually do need to get these uploaded. It takes a while, and I don’t want to forget.”
“Take your time,” I say as I slide my arms around her waist from behind. She tilts her head when I kiss her jaw and throat, my tongue sliding along her skin before drawing it into my mouth.
The urge to mark her entire neck is nearly strong enough to break my self-control.
I move my hands beneath her shirt and unbutton her jeans, causing her to inhale a sharp breath. I should probably wait, be nice, and let her do what she needs to instead of edging her like this, but I can’t bring myself to stop touching her.
Her ass presses into my hips, and this time, it’s me who has to groan.
I squeeze her ass in response and slap it harshly enough to draw a whimper from those beautiful lips. And when my fingers dive under the fabric of her jeans to the warm center between her thighs, my head drops onto her shoulder.
She’sdrenchedfor me.
“Fuck, Andi,” I hiss against her throat, my middle finger swirling over her clit.
She grabs the lip of the counter as she starts to limp forward, and I know she’s entirely distracted from the task she’s supposed to be doing.
I kiss her cheek. “Breathe,” I tell her. “Relax for me, beautiful. I have too many things I want to do to you for you to pass out now.”
Something like a nervous chuckle sounds from her, and as she brings up some app to upload her photos, I hook my hands into the waistband of her jeans and tug them down.
I have to bend to get them all the way off, though the squat isn’t only to get her pants off. I can’t resist this sight. Her bare ass is in full view, only scarcely covered by the black lacy boy shorts riding so high up her ass that I can cup her cheeks and not touch the fabric.
