Rosie suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand and checked her watch. ‘Yeah, I need to go too. I’ve got the early shift tomorrow.’
She stood up and tapped Fallon on the top of her head. ‘You ready to go?’
Fallon moved out from underneath the warmth of the blanket and stood up. I resisted the urge to haul her back down and onto my lap.
Self-control.
She glanced from me to Rosie who wore a knowing smile on her face.
‘I can make my own way home,’ she said.
Rosie chuckled softly and then drew her in for a long hug. ‘Call if you need me.’
I got to my feet as they both swayed from side to side speaking under their breath to each other. Then Rosie said something that caused Fallon to pull away from the hug quickly and glare at her friend.
‘You can go now,’ she huffed, but a small smile played on her lips.
Rosie laughed and collected her phone and keys from the kitchen counter. George hovered near the front door, his eyes following every move Rosie made. I made a mental note to ask him about that when I next saw him. Right now, the only thing I wanted was for the two of them to leave so I canfinally be alone with Fallon. I’d had a semi all day and that shit got painful.
With a few final goodbyes and hugs, along with several knowing smirks from the two leaving, the front door finally closed and silence hung in the air. We both stood staring at the closed door. All the curtains were closed, soft lamp light filling up the house creating a warm, cosy atmosphere.
I couldn’t wait another second before I took hold of Fallon’s waist and walked the two of us until her back hit the wall of the hallway with a soft thud. Her breath left her on a gasp.
I stared down at her—our chests touching. Every good intention I had flew out of the window. The tension that crackled between us eradicated any rational thought from my head. Outside of this house reality was waiting to pour cold water on both of us. A million reasons to stop swirled in my mind—bright flashing lights telling me that I should walk away. Screaming at me that this was dangerous territory. This woman was worming her way into my heart. But in the moment, I had no trouble shutting down those voices and listening to the steady drum of my heart that beat to one rhythm.
Fallon. Fallon.
I threaded my fingers into her tresses—the hair band barely holding on for dear life. The whimper that slid past her lips was my undoing.
I dipped my head and our lips crashed together as I swallowed her gasp. Her hands froze on my arms, caught off guard by my sudden forwardness. I was about to pull back when I felt her body melt into mine. Her hands circled around my neck, holding my face to hers. Her mouth opened and our tongues tangled together, making both of us moan.
It made no sense to me. I’d had Fallon. We’d done this dance before. I knew what she felt like. How her body movedunder my fingers. How her back arched as I sucked on her nipples. I replayed the moment I slid inside her tight body, over and over again. It played on a loop in my head like my favourite record, and yet it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
The women I’d been with in the past… desire had been a flame that burst to life that led to one night of great sex. However, the moment I came, that desire winked out.
So why did I still feel like I was burning up around her? Why were the flames only getting bigger and bigger, turning into a raging forest fire inside my body? A scary thought flashed through my head as my hands roamed over her body; if this connection between us was burning hotter than anything I’d ever experienced… I’d gladly get burned.
A groan rumbled in the back of my throat. Our mouths moved feverishly over each other. My hold on her waist turned punishing and her nails dug into my neck with just as much passion.
My lips trailed from her mouth, to her cheek, down to her neck. I sucked on the supple skin at the base of her ear before drawing her earlobe into my mouth and biting down.
‘Oliver-’Fallon moaned. Her back arching beneath my hold, breath coming in short pants.
I ground my pelvis into her, letting her feel every hard inch of me—every inch inspired by her. That was the movement that seemed to start to clear the fog of lust surrounding us. Fallon’s hands moved from my neck to my chest. Palm flat on my pecs, she pushed gently.
Reluctantly, I ceased my assault on her neck, pressing one final kiss there before pulling away and resting my forehead on hers.
I cinched my eyes shut for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts and stop my dick from controlling my next move. If it had its way, I would be hauling Fallon from this hallway,laying her flat on her back on my bed and burying my face between her thighs.
Jesus.My erection would never go down if I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.
Taking a deep breath, I peeled my eyes open to find Fallon staring up at me. Her face a picture of wonder. I’d half expected to see a flicker of regret behind those brown orbs, but there wasn’t. In fact, her lustful gaze continued to take me in like I was some mystical being that had popped up out of nowhere. Her chest heaved; matching my own laboured breathing.
I broke the silence between us, unwilling to let go of her completely, I cupped her cheek, forcing our eyes to meet.
‘Stay.’ My voice rasped. ’Stay and let me do everything I wanted to do last night, tonight.’ Our foreheads pressed together. So close I could see the way her eyes grew heavy with need.
Her hands curled around my biceps, holding on for dear life.
