“Yes.”
He pressed his body against mine and I could barely breathe. “Yes, what Everlee?” His words were low and silky.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” My stomach was somersaulting on itself as butterflies erupted and my entire body tingled.
All the tension in my jaw released as it dropped to the floor. He called me a good girl, and I liked it. Not liked it, but fucking loved it. Did I have a praise kink I was unaware of?
“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.” He admitted, pressing his cheek to mine, inhaling pieces of me.
“Same. I…” It was so hard to focus right now, he was making my head spin. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
“This is a problem for me, though.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t do girlfriends.”
“So?” I whispered as his hand moved to the back of my neck.
“You deserve more than what I can give you.” His lips found their place under my jaw and my neck dipped to the side, giving him more access as a moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t care. Not one fucking bit. His lips slid down my throat. “I love when you moan.”
“I’m sorry. I…” My breath hitched as I felt his tongue gently lick my collarbone before his lips kissed it away.
“Don’t be sorry. It makes me…”
His hand grabbed onto my hip, squeezing roughly like he was fighting with himself.
“Makes you what?” I asked, turning into him, inhaling his scent.
He chuckled a low laugh. “I can’t tell you.”
My lips found his neck. “Please.”
“God, you are fucking intoxicating.” His lips started climbing up my cheek, and I couldn’t wait. This game we’d been playing to see which one would give in first. It was going to be me. I needed to feel his lips on mine now. I needed to feel him inside me. I needed… him. Every part, every inch.
I pushed the door open, grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom, pressing his back against the door. Without hesitation, his lips crashed unforgivingly onto mine. His tongue pushing its way in. It was a fucking dream. My panties were soaked as I moved against his body, wanting to feel him on every part of me. I felt the bulge in his pants and knew he wanted it to. I grabbed his belt, but he stopped me, pushing me away.
I stood in front of him, head swimming. “What’s wrong?”
He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what? Kiss me? I wanted it.”
He shook his head. “There are rules and I just…” He opened the door and walked out. I followed him, thoroughly confused and flustered.
“I don’t understand.”
“You aren’t supposed to.”
“I thought you wanted…”
He stepped forward, his hand resting on my face. “I do. So fucking much. More than I have ever wanted anyone before. But I can’t…”
“I-” I stopped myself, staring at him incredulously. “I need to go. Lizzy is waiting for me.”
“I’m sorry.”