My hands find her waist, pulling her flush against me, and I feel the soft gasp she breathes against my lips.I don’t let her go, walking her backward into the house without breaking contact, my foot kicking the door shut behind us.Then I remember Keith.What if his plans change and he comes home early?The last thing we need is him walking in on us.My hand fumbles for the lock, twisting it into place.It won’t keep him out if he really wants in, but at least it’ll give us a warning.
I pin her against the door without breaking the kiss.She makes sexy, breathy sounds that go straight to my dick.I swallow every one of them, loving the way they vibrate against my lips.When I finally pull back for air, I rest my forehead against hers, my chest rising and falling with each breath.
“God, I fucking missed you,” I murmur.
“I missed you too,” she says, a little breathless.“I didn’t think I’d be able to get this for days.”
“What are you doing to me?I’ve never needed someone like I need you.”The admission feels dangerous, like I’m giving her something I can’t take back.I’ve never been the guy who gets attached this fast.But with her, all my usual walls seem pointless.
A hint of color spreads across her cheeks, and fuck, she’s so beautiful when she blushes.I can’t stop myself from brushing my thumb over her cheek, from soaking in the heat beneath her skin.
She lets out a shaky breath.
“Do you want a drink or something?”I ask, remembering my manners.
She shakes her head as her teeth graze her bottom lip.“No.I want you.”
The words hit me hard.She’s not holding back, and that does something to me.Something reckless.
I kiss her again, drinking in every bit of her need, her want, her urgency.She fits against me so perfectly that when I lift her, her legs naturally wrap around my waist.
I carry her to the bedroom, barely aware of anything but the way her fingers curl into my hair, the way her breath catches.
By the time I lower her onto the bed, I’m desperate to feel her, to see her.My hands slip under her sweater, tracing the softness of her stomach.
Her hands are already at the hem of my shirt, fingers dragging across my skin like she can’t get enough.The way she’s looking at me—her eyes darkened, breath uneven, hands needy—has my chest tightening.
I yank my shirt off, tossing it aside.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers.
I huff out a laugh.“Isn’t that my line?”
“Guys can be beautiful too.”
The way she says it—so sure, so sincere—makes my heart fucking swell.
“Thanks,” I murmur before capturing her lips again, my hands pushing up her sweater.I need to see her, all of her.She lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head, and then her hands are already at the button of my jeans, undoing them with ease.There’s no question about what’s happening between us.The certainty of it, the way she wants this as much as I do, sends a rush of heat through me that’s almost overwhelming.
I let her strip me down, just like I did to her, peeling away everything until there’s only skin, and the sound of our breathing.
She’s in a baby blue set.Lace that hugs her body just right.My fingers brush along the edge of her bra, my gaze dragging over every inch of her.She’s so fucking beautiful, and for a second, I can’t quite believe she’s here, that she’s mine, even if it’s just for tonight.
“Chose it for you,” she admits, almost shyly.
Fuck, I love when she’s shy.She’s being vulnerable with me, and I know that she doesn’t share that with anyone else.She usually only shows her strong side.
I tip her chin up with a finger.“Why do I fucking love that?”
That gets her snapping back, her lips on mine again, all hesitation gone.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.
Her breath hitches when my fingers glide over the lace of her bra, tracing the delicate fabric where it meets her skin.I watch the way her chest rises and falls, the way her lips part just slightly, like she’s waiting, like she’s daring me to do more.
I take my time, kissing my way down her throat, along her collarbone, tasting the warm, soft skin beneath my lips.She tilts her head back, giving me more, her hands fisting in my hair like she needs something to hold on to.
“Adrian,” she breathes.
