I don’t have to wait for her to reciprocate. It’s immediate. She drops her clutch to the ground and throws her arms around me, kissing me back with such force.
She’s . . . she’s fucking kissing me back.
Fuck.
I push her against the door and plant my body along hers, not letting her escape now that I have her. From the way she clings to me and submits to my mouth, I’m guessing she doesn’t want to go anywhere.
I slide my mouth over hers, opening our lips together, and then slip my tongue against hers. She reciprocates the movement, and I fucking melt.
My nerves.
My reservations.
My regrets.
They all fucking melt out of me. Pure, alpha confidence replaces everything as I move her hands above her head, pinning them against the door as I drive my tongue deeper into her mouth.
She tastes so damn amazing.
Better than all the times I’ve imagined owning this mouth.
And when she gasps from what I demand from her with my tongue, sheer need pulses up my spine.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say as I pull away, kissing across her jaw and down her neck. Her chest continues to rise and fall as I hold her in place, but she practices deeper breaths now as I move my mouth to her collarbone and across her shoulder. “Your skin is so soft, like fucking velvet, Blakely.” I move back up to her neck and ear, where I whisper, “Tell me you want this. That you want me.”
She takes a deep breath and wraps her fingers around my hand, clasping them together against the door. “I want you, Halsey.”
“Good,” I whisper right before turning her around. She turns her head so her cheek rests against the wood. “If this is too much, tell me to stop.” I kiss down her neck, across her shoulder while my hand rests on her hip. My pelvis presses against herbackside, showing her exactly what she does to me. How fucking hard she makes me.
A gasp falls past her lips, and I catch the sound on my mouth before kissing her again, claiming that mouth of hers and making it mine.
“I’m taking what I want,” I say into her ear. “I won’t stop until you tell me.” I release her hands and clasp the zipper of her dress. “I won’t fucking stop until you say, understood?”
She nods.
“No, I want to hear your verbal agreement. Do you understand that I’m taking what I want, Blakely? I’m taking your mouth, your body, and I’m marking it as mine until you tell me to stop.”
“Yes, I understand,” she says, sending euphoria through me.
She just gave me the green light.Thank. Fuck.
I pull down her zipper until it’s completely undone. That’s when I notice she’s not wearing a bra, something I didn’t pick up on when I zipped her into her dress earlier this evening.
I slide my hands down her arms, dragging the fabric of her dress with me until it falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. Her ass is encased by white lace underwear, giving me a sneak peek of her perky ass. Her back is smooth, free of any mark besides one tattoo under her shoulder blade. A few starbursts that I’m sure have specific meaning.
I don’t touch her right away. Instead, I shrug out of my jacket, unbutton my shirt, and remove my shoes and socks. The entire time I take her in, I soak up this moment that I’ve dreamed of for so fucking long.
When I’m ready, I step up behind her, my front to her back, and slowly slide my hands up until my fingers are just below her breasts. I let my thumbs caress the soft, plush underside of her boobs, which causes her to lean her head back against my shoulder.
“What do you like, Blakely?”
“Everything,” she says.
“I know that,” I answer. “But specifically, what do you want from me? From tonight?”
“Pleasure,” she answers as I move my thumbs upward, just below her nipples. She moans and grabs the back of my neck. “I want to feel all of you, every last inch. I want to scream. I want to feel so out of control that I black out from the pleasure.”
A smirk tugs on my lips. “That I can do,” I say as I lean forward to get my first view of her breasts right before I pinch her nipples.
