I straighten my back, pushing my hand into her dark hair. I know she wore it down just for me. I spin us around, pinning her back to the door now. I push my body into hers, caging her in.
Her heavy eyes close, and her lips part. A soft moan escapes them when she leans the back of her head against the door as well, exposing her neck to me. I lower my head and run my lips across her jawline.
She’s right.
I didn’t want to go to those lame ass parties. I wanted her here. Alone. But I’ll never admit that. Never let her know that all she had to do was bat her fucking eyelashes and I’d give her what she wanted. That I’m so weak for her, I’d cave that easily.
I lie. “If I didn’t want to go, then I wouldn’t have gone.” My free hand runs up her rib cage, and I wish I had a knife on me to cut this dress off her. I wanna unwrap her like a fucking present on Christmas morning. Rip it to shreds and discard it to the floor.
She smiles. “You don’t have to lie to me, Cole. You’re getting laid either way.”
I chuckle softly. When I get to her neck, my teeth sink into her delicate flesh. And she cries out, her hands fisting in my jacket. “Ffucckkk …”
I draw her skin into my mouth and taste the perfume. Fuck, I could eat her alive. And at this point, I don’t think she’d stop me. She hasn’t yet. “Yes. We are.”
She shrieks as I slide my hand behind her knees and pick her feet up off the floor. “Pull your dress up,” I order. The length is so long, I’m stepping on it.
She gathers the red material in her hands, and I carry her up the stairs to the loft. Once we reach the landing, I put her down on her feet, and she sways a little bit.
“Lift your arms,” I order, and she obeys.
I reach up and unzip the dress down her side. The zipper comes to a stop at her hip, and in record time, it’s falling to the floor. A pile of red lies at our feet—like a pool of blood. She isn’t wearing a bra, but she has on a black lace thong. I place both of my hands on her hips, sliding my fingers between the fabric and skin. I fall to my knees before her and slowly slide the fabric down her smooth, toned legs, softly kissing the inside of her thighs. They shudder from the contact.
Her flawless skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I smile before I sink my teeth into it.
“Cole.” She gasps as they shake.
“Sweetheart?” I kiss higher. She pants from above me. I can feel the heat from her pussy. She’s so ready for me. But not yet…
My hands glide up to cup her ass—fingers digging into her flesh. I look forward to leaving my handprint on it later. Her hands dig into my hair as my lips trail back over to her thigh. She whimpers in protest. I smile and bite her skin again. Harder this time. She jerks my head back. I look up to see her staring down at me, red lips parted while she breathes heavily. Her nipples hard and ready for my mouth. Standing to my full height, I grip both her thighs, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.
She squeals in surprise, and her hair covers half of her face. She blows it out of the way as I crawl between her legs. “My heels …”
“Leave them on.” I plan on wrapping my fists around them.
Her hands grip my tux, and she yanks on it, trying to pull me to her. “Take it off,” she moans, and I laugh at her lack of patience. “Cole,” she growls.
“What?” I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
She squirms underneath me. Arching her back, she clenches her teeth and her chest heaves. She’s getting pissed. And I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I cross her wrists and wrap one hand around them, holding them down. My now free hand goes between her legs. She spreads them the best she can for me. “So fucking wet, baby.”
“Please,” she begs.
I slide a finger into her. “Is this what you want?”
“No.” Her response is breathless, and she bucks her hips, wanting more.
“What is it that you want?” I ask, pulling out my finger and thrusting two in this time. My thumb runs over her clit, teasing her.
Her hips buck again, and her heels dig into the comforter. “You. I want you.”
“You want me to what, sweetheart?” I love fucking with her. Ever since the night I met her in the cemetery, I’ve wanted her like this. And I take full advantage of it.
“Fuck me. Please? Cole, just fuck me!” she cries out to me.
I still don’t wanna give her what she wants. I wanna make her wait. Because I know come tomorrow morning, things will be different. I’m gonna have to push her away no matter how much it kills me. This is for her safety. From me. From the group. From everyone. I’m willingly going to give her up and pray that she comes back to me.
