“Why not?”
Lord have mercy… “You’re drunk.”
“So?”
It was getting hard to breathe again. Ignoring her question, he flipped the clasp and extracted her keys.
“You’re so strong, aren’t you, Pat-trick?”
“I… Sure.” He shifted her to his left, trying to get the stupid keys in the stupid door.
“You areeee. You carried me up a mountain, remember?”
“The top bit of a mountain. And if you’re this awake, I’ll put you down.”
Cheryl’s thighs closed around him. “Do you want to put me down?”
He paused, the key halfway in the lock. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t know…” Cheryl’s mouth brushed his neck. “It feels like you like me being all over you.”
She shifted, pushing herself against his rock-hard dick. It wasn’t a mistake. She rolled her hips slow enough that he saw stars.
“Pat-trick?”
He closed his eyes. He’d be a scumbag to take advantage, but he’d dreamed of this moment for as long as he could remember. Wanted this woman with everything he had.
“Cheryl, you’ve gotta stop,” he pleaded. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
She giggled, her breath tickling his skin. “What am I doing?”
“Torturing me.”
“Hmm.” She lifted her face, lips pressing into the hollow below his ear. “I don’t wanna torture you, Pat-trick. I wanna be nice to you.”
“Fuck,” he choked. “Cheryl…”
Her arms roamed his back. “You have the best body, I swear.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do.” She gripped his biceps, squeezing the muscle. “You smell amazing. Like cologne, but also like, your skin. Even when we’re at the gym, you smell amazing.”
The idea that she wanted him, noticed him that way anywhere before now made his jaw clench. Suddenly he wasn’t just frustrated, he was angry. Not at her but at the place they’d found themselves in. Why couldn’t they do this? What the fuck were they waiting for? His hand jerked to cup the back of her head and kiss her. He held himself still by the thinnest thread.
Don’t. Don’t bullshit yourself. If she wants you, she’ll let you—
Cheryl’s hips moved against his, pressing against his cock.
“KitKat, you’re being a bad girl...”
“I know,” she whimpered. “I just… You’re so sexy.”
Urgency engulfed his body with something like panic. If he didn’t stop this, things were going to get out of control. But it was like someone had hit pause in his head—he couldn’t get moving. Cheryl could though. She rolled against him and even through his pants he felt the heat between her legs.
“Pat-trick?”
“Yeah?” he panted.
