Caged between my arms, her breath hitches while she licks her lips. “What are we doing here?”
“Pretty sure we’re about to have sex.” Gazes locked, I position myself until we’re closer, but not quite touching.
“This is a terrible idea.” Her pupils dilate.
“The worst.” As my lower half presses tighter, her voice dips to a whisper.
“Promise you won’t regret it?”
“Pinkie swear.”
“Deal.” When Briana curls her littlest digit around mine, I crash my mouth onto hers. No thinking, no talking, just instinct.
She takes the lead, nimble fingers working my uniform buttons. Once she’s done, I break the kiss just long enough to yank her T-shirt over her head.
Our mouths meet again, hungrier than before. My tongue plunges between her lips. As she sucks it in response, my fingers grip her hips. Eager, determined, she fumbles at my belt.
Moments later, my khakis and briefs pool on the floor. Hell, I’m nearly naked and all I’ve managed is getting her top off.
“Slow down, Flygirl.”
“Nuh-uh. Not happening.” Her silky brown locks fly as she shakes her head. “Your phone’s gonna ring any second. I’m not taking that chance.”
My quick, sharp laugh fades when she tugs down her bra.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Dropping to my knees, I worship her body on my way to her waistband.
She kicks off her shoes while I slide down her slacks—and gasp. Right in front of me, she’s pink, swollen, wet. Ready.
“Commando, huh?” I swallow hard over the thick, hot lump in my throat.
“Had to save money.”
“No complaints here.”
Standing, I lift her to the countertop. Thighs wide, hair wild, she leans back on her elbows— my every fantasy come true.
I must stare for too long because she rises onto one palm, tugs my beard, and growls, “Move it, Sheriff.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chuckling, I lower my mouth to her inner thigh.
A kiss. A nip. A tease. I make my way to her glistening pearl.
She’s so close—one deep, lingering pull, shatters her.
“Kade!” She trembles as she slides to the edge of her perch.
With her thighs clamped around my waist, she reaches between us, guiding me to her entrance. The second I’m planted, she slams down, riding me hard.
If I thought I was in control, I was dead wrong. All I can do is grip her ass, slam her against the cabinets, and match her wild rhythm.
Buried to the hilt—I have no strategy, no thought. Just raw, desperate need. Harder, higher, I climb. Glutes clenched, my balls draw tight. Nirvana hovers, just out of reach—
Oh, God. My knees buckle as pleasure tears through me. It starts at my spine, then detonates from my tip. Once. Twice. Three, four times.
Holy fuck. I’ve never felt anything like this—mind-numbing, addictive, terrifying.
Somehow, I manage to pull out.
