“I want you. Right the fuck now.”
His jaw clenches, but I see the moment he snaps.
His hands are on my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and then he spins us. I slam against the wall beside the door, and the hanging pictures rattle. The impact steals my breath, but I don’t care. I’m too busy tearing at his belt. My fingers fumble with the buckle.
He tries to slow me down, his hand covering mine, but I bat him away and shove his jeans and briefs just enough to free his cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, pulsing in anticipation.
He groans when I wrap my fingers around him. I stroke once. Twice. My thumb swipes over the slit.
His hips jerk, and his cock twitches in my grip.
“Shay—”
I don’t let him finish. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants and panties and shimmy them down my hips.
His gaze drops between us, darkening as he drinks me in, eyes roaming every inch.
“You’re beautiful.”
I lick my lips. “And wet.”
“Condom.” He digs into his pants and frees his wallet.
He slides out a condom and tosses his wallet to the floor, where he kicks off the remainder of his clothes.
He tears the packet open with his teeth. The sound is obscene, brutal, and sexy.
He watches me with that same intensity he bakes with. A flicker of hunger in his heavy-lidded eyes. A promise that goes far beyond words.
His fingers are steady as he rolls the condom down his length. I don’t miss the way his biceps flex, or the hitch of his breath as he strokes once, twice, adjusting the latex.
My mouth waters. I want to drop to my knees. I want to taste him.
But before I can move, his hands are on me again, gripping my bare ass, lifting me effortlessly. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. My thighs lock around his hips.
“Look at you.” His voice is dark with approval. “So eager.”
He has no idea.
Sex with a stranger isn’t my thing, but this consuming heat makes me question why I haven’t done it sooner.
I rock my hips, trying to take him in. But he pulls back just enough to deny me.
“Not yet,” he growls.
What? Not yet?
Yes. Right fucking now.
His fingers slide through my wetness with a groan.
His groan?My groan?
I’m not sure, but my body melts, trembling, slick, desperate, and ready.
“You’re perfect.” His thumb circles my clit.
He’s perfect.
