“It’s mine now,” she quips with a shrug and a wink. “You can have it back next time.”
I smooth the material over her shoulders, my hands trailing down her arms as my gaze flickers to hers. “Is there going to be a next time?”
“Maybe not,” she says slowly, challenging me with an arched brow. “Maybe tonight is all we get.”
“Fuck that,” I growl, sliding my hand around the back of her neck, tugging her closer. “I lied when I said one taste. One taste was never going to be enough.”
Her lips part, as if she’s going to counter and I silence her, claiming her mouth with my own. I swallow her words and the air from her lungs as I kiss her with an intensity that has my toes curling. She kisses me back, her tongue dancing with mine as she grabs for my waist, holding onto me as if she’s afraid she’ll drown.
If I go under, you’re going with me, Sunny baby.
We break apart, breathless and flushed.
“You should go.” She kisses me again, her nails biting into my skin.
“I could stay,” I murmur against her mouth.
She shakes her head, her lips still molded to mine. “Not tonight.”
She’s right, I should go home. Spending the night feels an awful lot like strings and that’s something neither of us want.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I breathe, kissing her once more before we finally break apart. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to release her. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to have her naked, spread out on the bed for me again.
Goddamn. That’s an image I’ll never be able to erase from my mind.
And I’m not sure it’s one I ever want to forget.
I force myself out of her room, heading into the kitchen for my jacket. I pick it up from the floor, ignoring the cold material sliding against my skin as I put it on. My heart crawls into my throat as I lift my head and see her walking down the hall toward me.
She’s breathtaking.
Her hair’s a mess with that just-thoroughly-fucked look. My T-shirt swims on her and stops just along the middle of her thighs. I want to push it up and bend her over the counter, exposing her bare ass and pussy.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I rasp, my eyes raking the length of her as she walks over to me. She grabs the bottom of my jacket, sliding the zipper up to the base of my throat. Her fingers dance along my skin, toying with the white gold chain around my neck.
“Likewise.”
“Do you have plans this weekend?”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“My sisters and some of the guys are coming over. I didn’t know if you—well, if you’d maybe want to come too.”
My stomach flutters, heat creeping across my face and I replay the stupid sentence inside my head. Why the hell did I stumble over my words like that? I’m a grown ass adult, not a little schoolboy.
Jade lets go of my chain, running her hands down the front of my bomber jacket. My cock’s already hard but I try to ignore it. Clearly, I’m not in control of anything anymore.
“Are you sure?” She rolls her lips between her teeth, her expression unreadable. “I don’t want to intrude with your friends and family being there.”
I cock my head to the side, my eyes scanning her face. “You’re not intruding if I invite you over. Plus, I want them all to meet you.”
She’s silent for a beat. Her throat bobs and her eyes widen, just slightly, as she stares up at me. “Why?”
My heart gallops inside my chest. I’ve never met anyone like her before. She challenges me and keeps me on my toes. Things with her, they never feel dry or boring. When I’m not with her, all I can think about is when I get to see her again.
I’ve become an addict and she’s my drug of choice.
“I think everyone should know you.”
