She starts to move against me, rolling her hips just slightly, testing the friction, and she shivers in my arms as her body seeks more. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and I have to break the kiss before I fuck her right here against the damn door.
We’re both breathing hard, foreheads resting together. Her legs are still locked around my hips, her fingers buried in my hair, and she looks completely wrecked in the best fucking way.
“That escalated fast,” she breathes.
I bark out a laugh, rough and low. “You complaining?”
“Not even a little bit.”
We’re still pressed together, her chest rising fast against mine, her heat pulsing against my cock like a fucking drug.
“We should stop,” I manage to say, even though the words taste like poison.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moves.
I kiss her again, slower this time but no less intense. I let it simmer, let her feel exactly how badly I want her. She responds instantly, her body arching into mine, her nails digging into my shoulders as she kisses me back like she’s drowning.
We finally break apart, both of us shaking.
“I should go inside,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
But I don’t let go.
Can’t. Not yet.
She slowly unwraps her legs from my waist, and I lower her carefully, making sure she’s steady before I step back.
We’re both just staring at each other, breathing hard.
“See you later, Jasper,” she says, and then she’s fumbling with her keys, pushing through the door, disappearing inside.
The door shuts, and I stand there for a long moment.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, reaching down to adjust myself. I’m so hard it’s painful.
A loud honk blares behind me, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
I spin around to see the black four-wheel drive pulled up to the curb, Mason and Dylan hanging out the windows, making exaggerated kissing sounds.
Slater is just chuckling from the driver’s seat.
“Fuck you all,” I growl, stalking toward the vehicle.
“Had to be the first one to kiss her, didn’t you?” Dylan calls out.
“Don’t start.” I yank open the back door and climb in.
“What did she taste like?” Mason turns to look at me over his shoulder from the front seat.
They’re all waiting for an answer.
“Drive,” I snap at Slater. “Don’t sit here like fucking stalkers.”
Slater puts the vehicle in gear, but they’re all still staring at me expectantly.
