Under the table, he applied pressure to her calf with his own. Her insides clenched, and both of them slid out of the booth at the same time, eager to be on their way.
He paid for their meals and they stepped out into the cool evening air. The drive back to her place was quiet. Not awkward, but loaded with what was to come. What really could be.
As though the radio deejay knew they were going back to her place, love ballads crooned through the speakers.
When they pulled in front of her apartment, Fern barely had time to unbuckle before Crew was there, following her to the front door, close enough that she could feel his heat at her back.
The door shut behind them.
He didn’t give her time to turn around before his hand slid into her hair and he spun her to face him, his mouth crashing down on hers with hungry intent. Fern gasped softly as he kissed her deep and hard, backing her against the door, his body pressing fully into hers.
Her hands fisted in his shirt, needing to anchor herself as heat spread through her.
“Crew!” His name came out on a ragged breath.
He answered by dragging his mouth to her neck, kissing her there with slow, open heat. His hands slid down her sides to her hips, gripping firmly as he ground into her without apology.
Impatient, she tugged at his shirt, yanking it over his head just to stroke her hands over his hard chest beneath it. He groaned into her mouth, tugging her lip with his teeth in a sweet pull that had her pussy squeezing.
She rocked into him. He ground his cock in response. Soon, she was rubbing against his thick, hard length until her pussy flooded.
They broke apart only long enough for him to guide her toward the couch. Fern sank down, pulling him with her, his body settling between her knees.
His gaze swept over her flushed face and took in the rise and fall of her chest. Desire burned there—but so did something deeper.
“You’re unreal,” he murmured.
She smiled, bold now. “So are you.”
His answering groan vibrated against her as he kissed her again, slower, deeper. Every flip of his tongue shot her higher. Urgency rocketed through her body.
She gripped his shoulders, tracing the lines of warm, steely muscle. Falling into his arms felt as easy as breathing and as thrilling as spotting a shooting star.
Reaching between their bodies, she covered his hard length with her palm. He issued a growl that rumbled through her chest, peaking her nipples along the way.
“I need you.” Arching up, she kissed him again with all the passion blazing inside her.
He pulled off her top and plucked at the clasp of her bra. Before it fully loosened around her ribs, he shoved it upward. His beard stubble that always grew so fast scraped over her sensitive flesh.
He kissed a path over her breasts, lips warm and teasing. When he closed his mouth over her nipple, a cry burst past her lips.
Eyes rolling back in her head, she rocked into the soft, sucking pulls. “At least I don’t…have to…jump out the window.”
He laughed against her skin but it cut short on a growl as she popped his fly and eased the zipper downward. As soon as she palmed the outline of his long, thick cock, he stilled.
When she stroked along the mushroomed head to the rounded tip, he grazed her nipple with his teeth.
“Crew,” she panted. “Please.”
She reached into his boxer briefs and drew out his cock, giving it a slow jack and loving the shudder that ripped through him.
In a blink, he pushed off her and hit his knees beside the couch.
Her chest heaved as he divested her of her shoes and jeans. Hooking his fingers in her panties, he tugged them down, down. The cool air barely brushed against her wet folds before his heated mouth covered it.
He plunged his tongue deep. And she lost her mind…
To his mouth, his fingers.
