The only person I want to see.
Eventually, Kat hooks her arm around my neck and leans in, sparking even more desire in me while her lips brush against my jaw. I can’t decipher if it’s intentional, but it sets me ablaze anyway.
“You’re not used to someone telling you no, are you?”
“Before you, not really,” I admit, finding it strange to concede to.
This gets her. Immediately, her eyes flicker with a noticeable interest, and I catch a subtle hesitation. At the very least, tension.
The same damn pull I’ve been feeling, nestled beneath all the frustration and determination.
I don’t know how long we keep at it. It could be minutes or hours, but either way, it doesn’t matter.
She has me so intoxicated from her presence alone that I only register as we finally leave, stumbling into the back of the SUV like we’re some half-drunk couple on a date. Like this is something real we’ve both more than agreed to.
Kat slides in beside me, leg brushing against mine while her hair falls over her shoulder as she glances out the tinted window.
The driver pulls away from the curb, but I can only focus on the subtle color that remains on her lips. The flush on her cheeks only ups her appeal, and I can’t stop looking at her.
Finding myself needing to fill that space somehow, I ask, voice low, “Did you have fun?”
It feels like a strange question coming from me, but she seems unbothered by it. Instead, she hums to herself, considering her next words. “More than I thought I would.”
It’s not a generous answer, but I’ll take it.
A beat of silence hangs between us, thick and seemingly full of many unspoken things. My hand rests between us on the seat while my fingers absently tap against my thigh, just itching to get closer to her.
I don’t mean to glance at her mouth again, but when I do, she catches me looking. I don’t know how long I allow it to happen, but she doesn’t pull away, and she doesn’t try to put me back in my place either.
“And are you planning on scolding me for actually having fun?” She asks, lifting a brow at me.
Leaning back against the seat, my arm brushes against hers again, and I can’t ignore the subtle shiver that moves through me.
I’ve been given breadcrumbs of her touch and attention all night, and now, I can’t get enough. She makes me feel so greedy.
“No…no scolding. You just made it even harder for me to ignore you.”
Surprisingly, Kat grins. “That’s the idea.”
My pulse kicks up at the sight in front of me, and there’s no stopping my next words.
“It’s sure as hell working.”
At that, she glances away as if the reality of her teasing has finally hit her full force, and more color moves into her cheeks.
But I’m already leaning in, finding it impossible to hold myself back. Not when she looks so carefree after our night together.
“Katya,” I murmur, my tone mostly breathless.
She turns then, and we’re closer than we should be. Close enough for me to feel her light, almost nervous breath against my lips, and close enough for all rational thought to go out the window.
She hums her question in return, and I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker between my eyes and mouth.
“Tell me to stop.”
As much as I expect her to do exactly that, she doesn’t. Instead, her gaze drops again, almost like she’s fascinated by the sight, and that’s all it takes to shatter my restraint.
My mouth is on hers like they’re drawn together magnetically, full of heat, hunger, and pent-up energy that demands to be acknowledged. Everything I’ve been trying to hold back while she warms up to me comes out in full force while her fingers tighten against my arm as the opposite one slides around her waist.
