I open the door wider, and she steps in without another word. I close the door behind her with a click.
“Tell me this is a bad idea,” she whispers, her fingers working her necklace.
“It is.” I step forward and then we’re kissing.
Hard, fast, desperate.
Like I’m dying and she’s oxygen.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as I press her back to the door, my hands gripping her hips. Palms gliding over the silky fabric of her skirt, the thudding of her heart vibrates against my bare chest.
“God, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she murmurs and I smile against her lips.
“Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me, Sunshine. All day?”
“Yes.”
One word.
A breathy admission that means more to me than I dare to admit.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Wanting more — so much more.
“Same.” I swirl around, showing her exactly how much I need her right now.
A quiet moan escapes her lips, a soft vibration as my hands drift from her hips down to her ass. She hitches her thigh around mine, her shoe dropping to the floor.
Rap, rap, rap.
The sound’s so loud, it rattles the door. We both freeze. I press my hand over her mouth, dropping my lips to her ear.
“Bathroom. Now.”
She dashes across the room and I roll my shoulders back. Scrub the back of my hand across my mouth to remove any traces of Tori’s signature scarlet lipstick. The bathroom door closes with a soft click and I crack the door open.
“Making sure you’re tucked in nice and tight for curfew.” Weston stands in the bright lights of the hallway, Callum a few inches behind. Weston studies me for a second, eyes narrow. “You okay? You seem out of breath.”
I open the door a little wider, hand resting on the jamb and arm outstretched. Taking up the maximum amount of space to block his view.
“Yeah, man. Great. Doing my bedtime routine. Stretching.”
Too many words, Bennett. Shut the fuck up.
“Stretching?” Callum’s brow furrows, lips pressed tight as he peers over Weston’s shoulder.
I shift, spreading my legs even wider.
Thump.
My foot makes contact with something.
Fuck.
Tori’s shoe.
I cough and clear my throat, kicking the shoe out of their line of sight with my right foot.
“Yeah. Foam rolling. Quads have been tight lately.” I flex my left thigh and slap the outside of my leg, pointing at the exact spot. “It’s been a real bitch.”
