Then I get an uneventful update from Fitz. Poe’s cell phone is pinging at his house, and his car is in its spot. He still hasn’t been able to locate Tara, which leads me to believe even more that it was her.
As soon as Annie’s ready, we’re gonna go, but I need to grab my wallet.
I go to the bedroom, and to my pleasure, Annie isn’t dressed yet. Her towel is pooled at her feet, and she’s hooking her bra. I love her here, in my space, and I need to show her right fucking now just how much.
Eyes locked on mine, she crosses her arms and takes a step back. “You said we have to leave here by ten.”
We haven’t had a lot of time to play, but with how sexy she is and how feral I feel, we’re gonna have some fun before we leave. Her chest is naked, the swell of her breasts taunting me, her legs are bare and smooth, and the strap of thin, red lace on her hips can’t be mistaken for anything other than a thong.
I advance.
She shakes her head. “Ben, we have to go.” She skirts the bed.
“You’re too hot. I can’t wait.” I stalk her until she has nowhere else to go but the corner. I skim my finger down her arm and whisper, “Let me see.”
“You’re doing thisnow? Seriously?”
“Seriously. I gotta get my fill before I don’t see you for eight hours.” Her chest is rising and falling much like my own, and I wet my lips as I fight for control. “Need a quick taste, baby.”
She shivers when I trail my fingers down both of her arms. When I reach her hands, tucked under her biceps, I gently tug them free. “Just a taste?”
I hum. “A quick one, followed by a little feel…but I wanna start with a peek.”
Her eyes flare, and she starts to pull her hands away, but then she stops and stands her ground. “You know what’s going to happen if you start touching me.”
I fucking love this side of her. “Oh yeah.”
The tip of her tongue glides across her upper lip. “You can explain why we’re late, then.”
“I won’t have to because as soon as he gets eyes on you, he’ll know.” I cradle her jaw in my hands, lean in, and kiss the corner of her lips. “I’m done talking.”
“Good.” She doesn’t wait for more, doesn’t tease, but she fights for control the second my tongue sweeps inside.
Her head tilts opposite mine, and the kiss gets deeper as she works her mouth against mine with a ferocity that takes me by surprise. God, my dick is throbbing, and I’m so far beyond my breaking point it’s not funny.
I grab her ass in my hand and squeeze. She whimpers, and then her fingers are in my hair, and she has her leg wrapped around my thigh, urging me closer.
My chest hits hers, her nipples poke at me through my shirt, and I seize her other cheek. She hops up, and I press her against the wall, grinding my hips into hers. I keep toying with the strip of material between her ass cheeks, and every time I give it a little tweak, she moans.
I clutch it tight now, fisting the flimsy piece of panty and tug it up, hard. “Shit,” she gasps, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I do it again and again, simultaneously rolling my hips. “God, Ben. This isn’t quick.”
“You want me to go faster?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
My cock twitches, and I drop my forehead to hers. “Yeah?”
She tightens her legs and rolls her wet pussy against me. “Yes.”
“All right, baby. If you ask me nicely, I’ll fuck you.”
Her legs are steel bands around my waist, but she loosens them as she reaches between us for my belt. “Fuck me, Benny.” She tugs the zipper and grabs my cock before it can spring free. “Please.”
“No.” I take a step back, turn around, and fall on my back. I push her hair off her face and grab a fistful and pull her down to me. “I want you to fuck me.”
She holds my eyes, positions me, then sinks down. “God.”
“Fuck, Annie. Move.”
