His breath hits mine in hot, broken bursts. Mine stutters back just as hard.
I cling to him so tight I feel every thump of his pulse hammering against my ribs.
Together, we glance down.
The side table’s tipped half on its side. A stack of old hardcovers sprawled open, pages fanning across the mustard-yellow rug. A crooked photo frame is facedown, glass scraping the carpet—appearing intact from the angle. The brass lamp rests tangled in the mess, shade bent sideways, cord snared around everything.
No shatter.
No glass.
Lucky.
“It doesn’t look broken.” My inhale steals his air.
“I’ll get it later.” His hand tightens on my thigh.
Our eyes meet. Heat strikes like a match. Electric. Reckless.
Our mouths slam together again.
Feral.
Insistent.
Insatiable.
We kiss as the world has vanished. Rough, messy, utterly consuming. I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin—every nerve lit, every pulse pounding, every ache is his.
I realize he’s not just taking me, he’s showing me, noticing me, responding to me. It’s intoxicating.
I gasp when we smash against the wall at the end of the short hallway.
The drywall thuds behind me. My chest caves against him.
Our teeth clash, tongues battle, and the friction of our bodies sparks heat straight through me.
He pins me to the wall. Solid. Ironclad. Nowhere to go but him. I’m painfully aware of his hardness pinned against me, and every part of me burns for more.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, feeling muscle bunch and flex under my palms, every twitch, every shudder.
He growls.
Oh my god, that sound.
So raw.
So deep.
It vibrates through my chest and leaves my skin buzzing.
His chest drives into me, hot and hard. Every ridge of his abs is like iron beneath my fingers.
I’ve never had anyone respond to me like this before. Moving. Reacting. Wanting me for me. Not just the act, but the person I am.
I quiver when his lips leave mine and trail to my jaw, then my neck. Teeth grazing just enough to make me wilt.
His hands grip my hips, thumbs carving into the curve of my waist, pulling me closer.
