Our mouths meet before I have time to think, before either of us remember there’s someone else in the car. What starts soft, explodes fast. Her fingers curl in my shirt, my hand splays across the small of her back, pulling her closer. She tastes of tequila, salt, and something I didn’t know I’d been starving for.
I trace her waist with my palm, slow but not nearly slow enough for the state I’m in. She lets out a quiet moan against my lips—small, but it destroys me. If we were alone, this car wouldn’t make it out of the parking lot.
I force myself to break the kiss, forehead resting against hers.
“I need to behave,” I whisper, though I sound like a man losing the battle.
She smiles against my mouth, soft but wicked. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she wants it just as much.
I’m a goner.
Christ, how am I supposed to sit here and pretend this woman isn’t about to change everything—my night, my plans, my entire damn life—in just a few minutes?
The second the elevator doors close, we collide.
Hands, breath, heat. A rush of limbs and mouths and pent-up hunger. She drags me down into her kiss, fingers slipping beneath my shirt, nails grazing skin, and it steals every ounce of solid ground from beneath me.
It’s chaos.
It’s desperation.
It’s need—raw and absolute.
Thirty-six years on this earth and I’ve never felt anything like this. Never wanted anyone the way I want her. I don’t just crave her, Idependon her. Like breath, gravity, and reality itself wouldn’t exist without her pressed against me.
When the elevator dings, she’s already tugging me down the hall. My pulse rages. My body is fire and instinct. We stumble inside the flat the second I unlock it, and before the door even clicks shut, she spins and shoves me back against it, eyes fever-bright with want.
“I need you naked, right now,” she says, andChrist,if she asked me to step off a cliff with her, I’d do it smiling.
She’s breathless, wild, and impossibly beautiful. Her metallic top catches light like she’s made of starlight and heat, and I’m a man undone.
I rip my shirt over my head and throw it aside. Her gaze drops, slow and reverent, teeth catching her bottom lip like she’s about to feast.
“Lass—”
“Nope,” she says, wicked and sweet and lethal to my sanity. She pops thep, and I swear my knees nearly give.
She steps in, fingertips hooking my waistband. “There’s something I’ve been very curious about.”
“Aye?” My voice is a cracked prayer.
“I’ve been wondering…” she murmurs, undoing the button on my jeans, “ever since last night, when I felt you right against my center…” Her eyes flash up to mine, mischief and hunger burning there. “I’ve been wondering what it looks like standing up.”
My breath punches out of me in a sound that barely qualifies as human.
She drags the zipper down. Her palms bracket my hips, slow, claiming, confident. Then she lifts her eyes to mine and whispers, “May I?”
I nod—frantic, helpless, already drowning in her.
She lowers my trousers, measured and merciless, milking every second of power she holds, exposing me.
She stays kneeling, still dressed, temptation carved from moonlight and hunger. Her smile is soft and sinful and mine.
Before I can believe I get to live this life, she moves closer and encircles my shaft with her warm hands. She swirls her tongue around my engorged head, and I cannot help the growl that escapes my lips. Leaning against my front door, I close my eyes and cradle her head softly, unable to stop myself from sliding my hard cock deeper into her throat. She takes every inch, setting a slow, steady pace, sucking and licking me, and I’m gone, undone, a man built to fall apart for her.
She works me with her mouth, slow and devastating, until pressure coils low and hot.
“Bloody hell, kitten,” I choke out, my hand tightening in her hair. “You’re going to make me come.”
