My lips collide with hers again as I lean forward, pressing the length of my body against hers. I need her to feel just how potently I crave her.
My tongue drags across her bottom lip, but I barely make it halfway before hers brushes against it.
She whimpers, and I’m done for.
My grip on her neck tightens, my other hand drops to her hips, and I dive in. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and it only makes me more desperate.
Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect.
Time seems to stand still as I pin her back against the door, making out like a couple of teenagers who’ve been left alone in the house for the first time.
“This isn’t helping,” I confess as I drag my lips across her jaw and down her throat. “Getting more addicted, Whirlwind.”
“Oh god,” she gasps, her head hitting the door as I suck on the sensitive bit of skin beneath her head.
“Nah, not God. Just Handsy.”
A manic laugh erupts from her. “You did not just say that.”
I pull back and look at her with the cockiest smirk I think I’ve ever worn.
“There is no way in hell you’re thinking, let alone saying, any other guy’s name right now.”
Her eyes flare with shock, but the desire never leaves.
“Only you can ensure that happens,” she taunts before wrapping her hand around the nape of my neck and dragging me back to her.
Oh, challenge accepted.
Dropping my hand to her thighs, I effortlessly lift her from the floor, wrapping her legs around my waist. She shrieks, but she doesn’t fight it. In fact, she does the opposite and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Taking you to my bed,” I muse as she kisses my neck. The light brush of her lips against my skin makes me shudder. My cock jerks in excitement as I try to imagine how they might feel down there.
My teeth clench as I try to keep myself under control.
This isn’t about me. Sure, I want to get mine at some point. But really, this is all about Freya.
I want her to feel beautiful, sexy, and confident. I want to show her that one man can’t ruin everything. That there is still joy and pleasure—hopefully endless fucking pleasure.
My grip on her thighs tightens when her lips find mine again. She’s right here, clinging to me like a spider monkey, kissing me, but it’s not enough.
I blindly navigate us to my room before walking straight to my bed and lowering her onto it.
Her light hair fans out against my white sheets, her green jersey a stark contrast.
“You look so good in my bed. Every night I lie here remembering how hot you looked twisted up in my sheets. That lingerie was so fucking sexy.”
Her already rosy cheeks get brighter as she holds my eyes.
“The things I wanted to do to you.”
She smiles, but now we’re in here, there’s a nervousness to it.
“You’re in charge here, Freya. You don’t want something, you need it to stop, all you’ve got to do is say the words.”
She nods, but I’m not sure she really hears me.
I crawl onto the end of the bed, shuffling between her thighs and wrapping them around my waist. With my hands planted on either side of her head, I lower myself until my nose is already brushing hers.
