She rears back, taking her pinky with her. “Why are you acting like that?”
“There’s a friendship here, Violet.” We both know that. “But that’s not all there is.”
She looks away, over at the apartment door, and I know I’m right, which is precisely why my resolve snaps.
“Fuck it.” My palms grip her hips in a frenzy and yank her into me. “Get over here.”
Her palms flatten on my chest, and a whimper works up her throat the second my mouth finds hers. It’s messy, our teeth clattering together as our tongues wage war on one another.
Slick and sweet and sublime.
I can’t get enough and tell her so when I pull away and pound my palm on the door. “Unlock it.”
I’m ravenous, a monster finally coming out of his cage after being kept from what it truly wants, and I want Violet. All of her. The sweetness of her lips. The tightness between her legs. Her beautiful goddamn mind.
She fumbles with the zipper on her bag and pulls out her key. I press up behind her, my body flush with hers, and run my lips up the nape of her neck into her hairline. I’m tempted to rip the stretchy band from her hair to let it tumble down her back just so I have something to grip.
She drops the key, her ass grinding into my groin when she bends to pick it up. My cock stretches against my jeans as a groan vibrates in my chest, and I can’t help but drag her back into me again when she straightens.
This fucking ass.
I’ve checked it out countless times, but not one of those instances compares to the feel of it against me like this. I can hardly wait for it to bounce on my dick. To slap my hand off it as I tell her how well she takes me.
Both of which I plan to get to, but first…I want her to know what it’s felt like for me since the moment I walked in on her in that bathroom.
Dotting kisses up along the side of her neck, I brush my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Tick-tock.” I palm herbehind through her sweats, cursing the thick fabric when I don’t get exactly what I want—her supple, bare ass.
The door flings open.
I heft her bag up and toss it inside, not caring where it lands as she kicks the door closed and blows out an unsteady breath. “Should we, uh, go to my room?”
My gaze trails down her frame. Her chest rising and falling way too fast. The noticeable imprints of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt because she never put her jacket on when we left Harrison Heights. The sweatpants that I want off.
I palm myself through my pants, my cock is so goddamn hard it could split wood, and tell her, “No.”
Her bed is where we’ll end up, but not where I plan on starting.
Her back against the door; I slant my mouth over hers again. Her hands curl into my shirt. Part of me is tempted to have her right here, but this means something. Us crossing this line will live with us forever, and up against a door isn’t how I want to remember it.
As we kiss, I walk backward and guide her to the living room. The same one I had to awkwardly sit in with her friends after I damn near saw her naked minutes before. I was so fucking tense afterward that I imagined fucking her on the table she and her roommates sat at while their gazes lingered on me.
Yeah, I knew they were checking me out.
I twist us, my hands dipping under her shirt and roaming up over her ribcage, my thumb brushing against her nipple as I pull my mouth away. “I want you right there,” I tell her, watching intently as her gaze follows my finger.
Heady confusion traces her features. “The table?”
“You came out the day I walked in on you, and it was awkward as fuck, remember? All I could think about was yousitting there, your pretty little pussy on display for me, before wanting to drink up every last drop of your cum.”
She visibly gulps, and it’s not because she’s scared…but turned on. Her tongue peeks out and traces the bottom of her lip, leaving a trail of wetness behind, and I know she’s imagining it too. What it’ll be like to have me watch her while she exposes herself.
Taking a step toward the table, her warmth leaves me, but it’ll be worth it for what’s about to happen next. “Stop.” I want her clothes off before she gets there. “Strip.”
“Here?”
“Right there, baby. Let me see you.”
Her hands immediately go to her sweats, and I smirk, knowing damn well there’s not a hesitant bone in her body. She wants this as badly as I do, and we both deserve it. The lead up. The angst. The way it’s coiling around us and making this that much better.
