I kicked open my bedroom door and carried her inside. I set her on her feet beside the bed, then shut and locked the door. I turned back around, my back pressed against the door, and looked at her.
Just looked at her.
“If anything had happened to you—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
She closed the distance between us, putting her hands on my chest. “Nothing happened. You came for me.”
“You got out of the car.”
“I know.”
“I told you not to.”
“I know.”
“If you ever do that again—” I grabbed her hips, pulled her against me. “You won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Her eyes went wide. “Are you threatening to spank me?”
“No threat, baby. A promise.” My mouth crushed hers because I was done talking. Now was the time for taking. I was still running on fear-fueled adrenaline. She was mine and I was done pretending otherwise.
She opened for me immediately, her tongue meeting mine, her body pressing against me in ways that made thinking impossible.
I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. My hands went to the button of her jeans. “Tell me to stop.” I popped the button, then dragged the zipper down. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
She didn’t say anything.
I dropped to my knees and pulled them off completely, along with her socks. Then I just took her in again, standing there in just her bra and panties. The way her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. The way her thighs pressed together. Theway she was looking at me like she wanted to cover herself and wanted me to keep looking all at once.
“I, um.” Color flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
“What, Amber? Tell me what you want.”
She looked up at me through her thick lashes. “I want… I want you, Dalton.”
That made me smile. “And you’re going to have me, baby.”
I reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it aside. Her gaze dropped to my chest, and I saw her throat move as she swallowed.
“Your turn,” I said, stepping closer. I reached around her and unhooked her bra with one hand, sliding the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Again, I couldn’t help but just stand there and stare.
Full breasts. Dusky nipples already tight. Soft curves everywhere.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I ground my cock against her, letting her feel what she did to me. Letting her know exactly how much I wanted her.
Then I put my mouth on her.
She gasped and her hands flew to my hair. I worked one breast with my mouth, the other with my hand, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan. Everywhere I touched, she responded. I traced the curve of her breast, felt her nipple harden. I used my teeth. Gentle at first, then harder.
When I felt her knees start to buckle, I eased her onto the bed and followed her down, covering her body with mine.
The feel of her skin against mine was almost enough to undo me. Almost. I needed more. I needed all of her.
My hand slid down her stomach and found the edge of her panties. I didn’t ask permission for what I did next. I just hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help. I slid my hand between her thighsand found her wet. Ready. She bucked against my hand. “Easy,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
I worked her slowly, learning her. I found the rhythm that made her gasp. The pressure that made her moan. When she was trembling, my name was on her lips, I pulled back, not letting her finish.
“Dalton—”
