“I don’t need your permission.”
A muscle ticked in Jonny's jaw. His eyes bored into hers, dark with warring emotions. Ada's heart pounded against her ribs. The air crackled with tension.
Then, with a muttered oath, Jonny seized her face between his hands and crashed his mouth down on hers.
Ada gasped, but the sound was swallowed by his bruising kiss. His lips moved over hers with a desperate hunger, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her. She met him with equal fervor, clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything to pull him closer. She wound her arms around his neck, pressing herself against the hard planes of his body. All the anger and frustration between them transformed into a searing heat, a desperate, clawing hunger.
Jonny walked her backwards until her shoulders hit the wall, his body pinning her there. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric ofher dress. She arched into him, needy sounds catching in her throat. She gasped as he nipped at her bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. His hands roamed down her sides, skating over her curves, setting her nerves alight.
He tore his mouth away to trail open-mouth kisses along the column of her throat, his stubble rasping deliciously against her sensitive skin. Her head fell back against the wall, a moan escaping her parted lips. His tongue flicked out to taste her racing pulse, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
Ada's fingers scrabbled at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against her own. She tugged the fabric free of his trousers, her hands slipping beneath to splay across the hot, hard planes of his back. Jonny groaned against her throat, the sound sending shivers skittering down her spine.
He slid a thigh between her legs, pressing intimately against her center. Sparks of pleasure burst behind her eyelids. She rocked against him shamelessly, chasing the delicious friction, needing more. His hands found her breasts, palming the soft weight, thumbs brushing over the peaked nipples straining against her bodice. Ada whimpered, arching into his touch.
"Jonny," she gasped, hardly recognizing her own voice, husky with need. "Please..."
He claimed her mouth again in another kiss, his tongue stroking against hers. She clutched at his shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscle beneath her fingers. Heat pooled low in her belly, her body aching, empty, desperate to be filled by him.
Jonny's hands slid down to cup her bottom, squeezing, pulling her harder against the rigid evidence of his own desire. Ada nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest. Her blood sang with reckless wanting, all rational thought drowned out by the pounding demand for more, closer, now.
“Fuck, I want you, Ada,” he groaned out, and while she knew that a great deal of his need was likely driven by anger at her and not actually wantingher, she couldn’t deny the need that simmered deep within her, that wanted him in turn.
“Take me, then,” she said, clutching his shoulders, lifting her skirts.
He stared at her incredulously for a moment, his eyes hooded and heavy, pausing, and she could tell his mind was at war with his body as to whether he should continue this or not.
She made the decision for him, reaching down and undoing the fall of his pants. He leaned his head forward, resting it against hers as he breathed heavily.
He pushed his trousers over his thighs and, in almost one swift movement, lifted her up onto the heavy wooden table behind her. Big hands encircled her thighs as he pushed her dress up higher over them until he was there, thick, hard, and heavy against her.
Ada let go of all her uncertainties, concentrating on the need and tension stretching between them as she arched up, inviting him in.
And he answered by gripping her bottom and lifting her toward him as he sheathed himself within her in one fluid motion.
She hissed for a moment at the pressure of his filling her so abruptly, and his brows lifted as he stared at her in surprise, likely uncertain of just how much experience she had.
But she wouldn’t give him cause to think of that at this moment.
Right now, she wanted to stop thinking and just feel.
He was angry? Good. Best to get it out now.
She gingerly tried to move back and forth beneath him, and he groaned, his hips moving against her, but apparentlythat wasn’t enough as he gripped her and began to move, in and out, his jaw tight, leaving her to wonder if he was holding back.
“Give me everything,” she gasped out. “Don’t hold back.”
He picked up his tempo then, in and out, slower, faster, until the table was moving beneath them, sliding along the floor, back until it hit the wall behind them.
One hand encircled her waist, holding her against him, the other lifted and moved beneath her skirts. Ada gasped when his fingers found her, circling the sensitive bud of nerves right above where they were joined. He added pressure, moving back and forth, up and down, until all she could do was hold onto him, throw her head back, and enjoy the ride.
Her body was winding around him, climbing higher and higher as a headiness filled her, until it felt like her soul was leaving her body to sit above and watch. She cried out his name as she pulsed around him. His face scrunched in pain until she finally began to come down and slumped against him, causing Jonny to hold her tighter as he stilled, losing himself within her and coming himself.
They finally stopped moving, both of them panting, until he lifted his head and his gaze met hers.
“Fuck,” he said, the words falling off his lips as he looked around, as though just realizing what they had done. “Fuck, Ada.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
