He swiped his mouth across hers, and a sweet moan slipped from her throat into the air, making every territorial part of him screammine.
He turned them and leaned her against the wall, letting her soft curves press into his hard edges. But it wasn’t enough. He lifted her and she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, and the second her lips separated, he slid his tongue inside, curving it around hers.
Jesus, she tasted good. So good he felt like he could drown in her kiss.
He massaged his tongue against hers as he slipped a hand beneath the material of her shirt. Slowly, he glided his palm up her waist, the smoothness of her skin seeping into him. When he reached her bare breast, he cupped her, soaking up the soft moans that cut through the air.
She was his addiction. His drug. And he had no fucking control over his need for her.
As he held the silky weight of her breast in his palm, he rolled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
She moaned, and the sound shot straight to his cock.
“Perfect,” he growled softly. “Your breasts are perfect.”
She tugged at his hair, arching her back and pressing into him as he thrummed her tight nipple back and forth.
More earth-shattering groans. So. Fucking. Perfect.
She ground her hips against him, making his cock so hard it was almost painful.
“Jesse…yes.”
Hearing his name as a moan on her lips was like fire in his veins.
He grazed his hand back down her side, this time slipping his fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts. He swiped her clit, and she cried out as her entire body trembled. He stroked her again before pressing his thumb to her clit and rolling it in a circular motion.
She writhed and groaned, digging her nails into his shoulders, almost breaking skin.
Every sound she made did something to him. Changed him. And fuck if he ever wanted to change back.
He touched two fingers to her entrance. Heard her breath catch. Then he slid inside her, filling her.
He pumped his fingers in and out, lowering his head and taking her nipple between his lips.
He wanted her on fire. He wanted her to need him with the same intensity that he needed her.
He sucked, and suddenly, her body tensed. Her nails cut into him as she screamed and broke, her walls throbbing against his fingers.
He kept pumping his fingers into her until her shudders slowed and her eyes fluttered open.
God, she was beautiful.
He straightened her clothes and lowered her to the floor. The second she was on her feet, she reached for him, but he gently grabbed her wrist.
“Not tonight.” He wanted her—fuck, he wanted her. But he needed her to be all in first, not recovering from a pervert at her window. “That was just for you.”
Her brows flickered. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Not tonight.”
Hurt cut across her features. And maybe some embarrassment.
Shit. “Aspen—”
He reached for her, but she pulled away.
“I’m sorry, I—” She pushed loose strands of hair from her face. “I should go.”
