Once at my apartment, he helps me out of the truck before following me inside, completely silent.
The second the door closes, I turn to find him watching me with a hunger that borders on feral.
"You sure about this?" he asks, already stripping off his jacket.
"Yes," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure."
His shirt goes next, and I swear to God, I nearly faint at the sight. He's so fucking beautiful, every inch of him hewn from thick, corded muscle.
He stalks toward me, his eyes locked on my face. "You know what makes me so fucking hard about you, Serena? I mean, aside from everything about you?"
It's a trap, but maybe I want to be caught. Maybe, if he's the one doing the catching, I want to be tangled up and snared. "What?"
"The way you look at me like you want to eat me alive." He's close enough that I can't see anything but him. "Do you want to eat me alive, baby?"
My face burns, but I don't look away. "Maybe I do."
He grins, his hunger turning lethal. "Are you wet for me right now?"
If I had any dignity left, I'd probably lie. But there's no sense in pretending. Not when it's obvious. "Come find out for yourself," I whisper instead.
I barely register movement before my back is flat against the door, his thigh wedged firmly between my legs, his hand sliding up my bare thigh. His fingers are so big, so hot on my skin that I moan, electricity running all the way up my spine.
He cups me over my panties, and the moan that escapes my lips isn't subtle or dignified or anything remotely close. It's pure need.
His smile is pure sin. "Jesus, Serena. You're soaked," he murmurs, his tone reverent.
"Oh, I'm aware."
He doesn't ask for permission when he hooks his fingers into the sides of my dress and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me in my bra and a pair of black lace panties that suddenly feel laughable.
"Do you know what this does to me?" he asks, running both hands up my sides, dwarfing my waist. "Seeing you like this? Knowing I'm the one making you melt for me?"
"What?" I manage.
"It makes me fucking desperate." He drags his mouth across the curve of my shoulder, nipping at my skin. "Christ, I want to fuck you until you're nothing but screams and come."
My knees threaten to buckle.
He drops to the floor in front of me, his hands on my hips. I open my mouth to tease him, but he cuts me off, nuzzling his nose into the seam of my panties, inhaling like I'm the last breath he'll get. He's never looked so wild, so unguarded.
I can't breathe. My hands curl in his hair as he meets my gaze, using his teeth to slide the lace away from my body. His tongue follows the fabric as it slips down, so hot and deliberate I nearly scream.
"Austin," I gasp. It's supposed to be a warning because my legs aren't going to hold me up, but it comes out like a prayer…or a plea.
"Shh, princess," he murmurs. "I need this. Need you." He lifts my thigh over his shoulder, anchoring me against the door, and then presses his mouth to my pussy like he's starved for it.
There's a moment—maybe half a second—where I wonder if he'll lose interest once he's tasted all of me. But as soon as he growls, his hands tightening on my body, that split-second of worry dies a painless death.
His tongue brushes my slit, slow and devastating, and I groan his name, pleasure ripping through me in an intense wave.
"Goddamn, baby." He kneads my ass and the backs of my thighs, holding me open, completely at his mercy. His hands are so fucking big, so perfect. "I might keep you here like this all night."
He presses his mouth to my pussy again, lapping at me with long, greedy strokes that make my heart stutter. The rough drag of his stubble against my inner thighs ignites every nerve in my body, sending me catapulting to the edge.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, the sound utter filth, I know I'm going to come embarrassingly fast.
He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them until I see stars. The pressure is relentless, measured, and so fucking perfect. Until it gets better. Just when I think I might die if he doesn't stop, he sucks harder, his tongue flicking in time with his fingers.
