Inside, I barely have time to close the door before he's on me. His mouth crashes against mine—hard, demanding, claiming. I've been kissed before, but never like this. Never with this kind of raw hunger that makes my knees buckle.
His tongue pushes past my lips, exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss. His hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. His cock presses against my stomach, thick and hot even through the denim.
"Bedroom," he growls against my mouth. "Now."
"Down the hall. First door."
He practically drags me there, his mouth never leaving mine. We stumble through the door, and he kicks it shut behind us. My bedroom is still half-unpacked: boxes in corners, clothes draped over chairs. But Danny doesn't seem to notice or care.
He breaks the kiss and steps back, his chest heaving. "Strip."
"What?"
"You heard me." His eyes are blazing. "Take off that skirt. That blouse. Everything. I want to see what's mine."
Mine. The word should terrify me. Should make me realize how insane this is. Instead, my hands shake as I reach for the buttons of my blouse. Danny watches, his arms crossed, his cock visibly throbbing. I undo each button slowly, revealing my white bra underneath. The blouse falls to the floor.
"Keep going," he orders.
I unzip the skirt, letting it pool at my feet. Now I'm standing in just my bra and red panties.
"Fuck, look at you." He moves closer, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down between my breasts. "Every curve. Every soft inch. Mine to taste. Mine to claim."
"Danny—"
"Turn around." His hands on my shoulders spin me. "Hands on the bed. Ass out."
Oh god. I comply, bending over, gripping my comforter. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed. I can feel his eyes on my ass, on my thighs, on the wet spot I know is visible on my panties.
"Jesus Christ." His hand smooths over my ass, squeezing. "You have any idea how perfect this ass is? How many times I've imagined biting it? Leaving marks all over it?"
A whimper escapes me. His hand slides between my thighs, cupping my pussy through the soaked cotton. I jerk at the contact.
"So wet." He rubs slowly, applying pressure to my clit. "All this for me. For a criminal who hates cops."
"Yes," I gasp.
"Say it." His fingers press harder. "Say you're wet for me."
"I'm wet for you."
"Say you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me." The words tumble out, shameless and desperate. "Please, Danny. I need—"
His fingers hook into my panties and rip them off. Actually tear them from my body. I hear the fabric give way, feel the cool air hit my exposed pussy, and moan.
"That's better." His hand smooths over my bare ass again. "Now stay still. Don't move. Don't make a sound."
I hear him drop to his knees behind me. Feel his breath on my inner thighs. Then his tongue—oh god, his tongue—drags slowly from my clit to my entrance.
I cry out, my fingers fisting in the comforter. He does it again, licking through my folds, tasting every inch. His hands grip my ass, holding me in place while he devours me.
"Fuck, you taste good." His voice is muffled against my pussy. "Sweet. Perfect. Could eat you for hours."
His tongue finds my clit, circling it, and pleasure explodes through me. I've touched myself before, but this is different. This is overwhelming. This is—
"Danny!" I gasp as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
