I smirk against her skin. “You should be running right now,” I whisper.
She whimpers.
Fuck.
I press my thigh between hers, trapping her completely. “Is that what you want, peaches? You wanna stay right here? Or do you wanna keep pushing me?”
Her fingers curl in my shirt. She tugs me closer. And fuck me—that’s the only invitation I need.
I kiss her. It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle. It’s pure fucking hunger.
Her fingers fist in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan. I grind into her, and she gasps into my mouth, her nails biting into my skin as I devour her.
Fuck me.
I’ve wanted this. I’ve wantedher.And now I’ve got her pinned to her bedroom wall, moaning my name, pressing into me, begging without words for more—I’m done. There’s no stopping. Not now.
I own her mouth.
She tastes obscene, sweet heat and pure trouble, and the way she clings—arch in her body, nails digging into my arms, yanking me closer like she’s starving on this—shreds the last of my control.
I lose it.
I haul her up, her body light in my hands, her legs snapping around my waist, locking me in. I slam her back against the wall, my grip bruising, fingers biting into her thighs, her hips, needing every inch of her under me, against me,mine.
She moans into my mouth, but she doesn’t stop me.
No, she grinds against me, and I groan into the kiss, my hips rolling up to meet hers.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She’s soaked.
Through her little sleep shorts, through my jeans—I can feel it.
And fuck, my self-control is hanging by a thread. I drag my lips from her mouth, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, along the column of her throat. Scenting her. Inhaling her.
Her perfume is thick, drenched in desire.
This is for me.
I growl against her pulse point, flicking my tongue over her skin, and she shudders, her nails scraping against the back of my neck.
“Carson,” she pants, breathless, fucking wrecked already.
I hum, dragging my teeth over her throat, not quite biting, but close.
She whimpers.
I grin against her skin. “You like that, peaches?”
She grinds harder against me, her legs tightening around me. I grip her ass and roll my hips up, deliberate, pressingright against her. She moans again—high and desperate—and I feel it everywhere.
Fuck.
I need to hear that again.
I need to feel her come apart beneath me.
