My mouth drags down her neck, my teeth scraping against her beating pulse. Feeling her desperation makes me want to make her come ten times in this janitor’s closet. She won’t be walking out of here wanting the safe option anymore. She’ll finally realize I’m exactly what she needs, what she wants.
She grabs my face and presses her lips to mine, claiming me, and fuck, it feels good.
Take what you want from me, baby.
“You belong with me,” I practically growl, lifting her so her back hits the metal shelf with a clatter. “Not with some guy who doesn’t know how to give you what you need.”
My dick presses almost painfully against my zipper. I’m desperate to be inside her, so deep she forgets every man who isn’t me. I slide her panties aside, fingers slipping through her slick heat until she gasps against my lips.
“Look at me,” I say, voice low and commanding. “I’m the one making you lose your mind.”
Her beautiful blue eyes drag open, pupils wide. She’s almost ready to come just from the brush of my hand. Pure male satisfaction fills my chest.
“Who’s the only man who can get you this wet?” I demand.
“You,” she breathes. “Only you.”
“Damn right.”
Victory finally feels like it’s mine. She’s done pretending she doesn’t want me as badly as I want her.
I lower her just enough so her thighs straddle my lap, and she can use her back against the shelf for leverage. My fingers go to the button of my jeans. I flick the button, and I’m ready to lower the zipper when her fingers cover mine.
“Let me.” Her voice is husky, and I watch her fingers manipulate my pants.
My aching cock bounces free of its confines. Leighton wraps her hand around my length and strokes me. Fuck, I’m gonna blow.
Somehow, I shimmy my pants and boxer briefs to my ankles, more desperate than ever to feel her sweet heat surround me.
I wish we had time for her to play with me. Fuck, just the thought of her mouth on me almost makes me come. But we don’t have the time, nor the space to explore each other right now.
“Hold on to me.” I bring myself to her entrance, her slick heat welcoming me as though I’m fucking home.
She digs her fingers into my hair. “Hayes?—”
Her desperate pleas keep unraveling me more every time.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” I push into her in one slow, brutal stroke, claiming every inch she’s been denying me.
Her breath breaks on a raw gasp.
Holy hell, perfection.
I could die right now, and it would all be worth it.
She tightens around me, and I curse under my breath, gripping her hips to keep from embarrassing myself and spilling inside her already.
“You feel that?” I thrust shallow then deep. “That’s me making you feel good.”
Her nails drag across my shoulders, urging me on. All of her hesitation about us has vanished. “Hayes…don’t stop.”
I pull back just enough to see her face. It’s flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kissing. But most of all, her big blue eyes are practically begging me to give her what she needs.
“Never,” I promise, because she’s not getting away this time. I will chase her if she runs again. “I’m never gonna fucking stop.” I punctuate each word with the thrust of my hips.
I drive into her again—hard—a claiming she welcomes.
I thrust again, deeper this time, and her entire body arcs into mine. Her breath stutters against my cheek, and I bury my face in her neck because I can’t get close enough.
