I step inside and push that door open. “Bathroom’s back here.”
Porter follows me.
It’s tiny but clean.
A stand-up shower, sink, and toilet.
Everything still smells new.
“Not bad,” he says.
“No,” I agree softly.
He steps back into the main room, and I follow.
I walk past him and pull the front door shut.
My decision is made.
He reaches for me, and his arm hooks my back and pulls me against his chest. Then he walks me backward.
His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me hungrily as his hands slide down to cup my ass and lift me onto the island.
I shrug out of my jacket, and he reaches between us and pops the button on my pants. He breaks the kiss as his thumbs hook into the waistband. I plant my hands and arch my back so he can slide them down my legs. He slips my feet free of my boots and kisses my ankle before standing back up.
His pale blue eyes rake over me, and warmth floods my already-overheated body, pooling in my belly.
I start trembling with need as I wrap my legs around his hips. He peppers kisses across my collarbone as he fumbles with the zipper at my back.
The bustier falls to the floor. And a sharp breath escapes his lips as he runs his knuckles over one of my bare breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I clutch his shoulders, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles, and I groan as his hand slides between my breasts and up around my throat.
He runs his tongue over my tattoo and then kisses his way down my body.
The need that pulses through me is almost too much to take. I’ve never been touched like this. Never been this turned on.
I dated in college. Had my share of drunken sex. But they were just boys who had no clue what they were doing.
Porter’s not a boy. He’s all man.
And I’ve never wanted someone more than I want him at this moment.
Never.
His tongue explores my breasts. An exquisite tingle shoots straight to my core when he sucks a nipple between his teeth.
My hips buck off the island.
And I can feel him smile around the taut bud.
He bites down gently, and I hum my approval as his hand slides between my legs. He glides two fingers through my center, coating them in my wetness, and then brings them up to swirl around my other nipple before licking it clean.
“Mmm …”
“Porter.” I gasp his name as he stands.
