I set the plate on the nightstand, and when I turn to face her, she’s biting on her lower lip.
“Is that the only reason you came?”
I shake my head, taking a single step toward her. “I have an ulterior motive.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” Another step. Heat prickling along my skin.
“Care to tell me?”
“I’d rather show you.” I grip the doorframe, hovering over her. “Do you want me to show you?”
Her head lifts, eyes dragging to mine, dark with need. “Yes.”
That single word is all I need. I slam the door shut, heart hammering, pulse spiking, and my arm catches her waist.
SHAY
THE SECOND THE door swung open, the heat of him slammed into me.
Warm. Solid. All him.
I was already throbbing when I saw him in the hallway, now his hand snakes around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.
I swear I’m going to come right here.
My body surges up, mouth crashing against his. His lips are soft, but his kiss is anything but gentle. It’s all teeth and breath and urgency. His tongue slides into my mouth like he’s been starving for me. His groan vibrates through my entire body.
He presses me flat against the inside of the door as it clicks shut behind us.
I’m not sure how I move. My legs touch the floor, but they’re useless. His hands grip my waist, holding me, guiding me, partially lifting me. His fingers sink into the flesh of my hips, pulling me tighter against his bare chest. My hands fly to his shoulders.
He tastes like whiskey and something richer—warm sugar from the cinnamon buns.
It’s intoxicating.
He’s intoxicating.
Pressed against a wall by this beast of a man, I’m dizzy with it.
His thigh slides between mine, and bloody hell, the pressure. I grind down against it. The friction is unbearable. My nipples are painfully hard, pressing against the fabric of my bra.
A desperate sound rips from my throat.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, “Fuck, baby, slow down—”
My lips brush his jaw, and his stubble scrapes against my skin.
“No.” The word comes out breathless—raw and needy.
I don’t want it to be slow.
I don’t need slow.
I’ve been wound tight for what feels like hours. Since he first touched me. And those damn videos twisted me tighter and tighter.
Part of me can’t even believe he’s here. But I feel him—hard and thick against my stomach.
