We break apart like kids. Both panting. Then, as our gazes meet, we burst into laughter. And collapse against each other.
“Oh my God.”
He huffs out a quiet breath, his hand planted firmly at my back.
“So rude.” But then I look at him again, and the humor disappears. I’m caught in his smolder. “Do you want to come upstairs?” I ask.
He searches my face. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
He sucks in a breath. Then nods.
“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I’d fucking love to come upstairs.”
I barely get the door closed behind us before he’s there again, his hand bracing against the wall beside my head as he kisses me furiously, picking up exactly where we left off.
I drop my keys somewhere near the entry table and turn into him fully, my hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, like I need to feel him to make this real.
He makes a low sound in his throat. The sound of it resonates inside of me, fluttering in my belly like butterflies flapping their wings.
“You’re positive about this?” he asks again, but his mouth is already at my jaw, my neck, like he’s asking out of respect, not doubt.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m one-hundred-percent sure.”
That’s all he needs.
His hands tighten at my waist, lifting just slightly—just enough that I feel the shift in control, the way he’s guiding me now instead of following.
“Bedroom,” I manage.
“Yeah.”
We don’t make it there gracefully.
There’s a lot of half-walking, half-stumbling, a quiet laugh from me when I nearly trip over my own shoes, his hand steadying me instantly.
“I’ve got you,” he says, low and certain.
And—God.
I feel like he does. I feel it in my soul and in the desire pooling between my thighs.
We hit the edge of the bed, and this time when he kisses me, it slows and deepens.
His hand slides along my thigh, over my hip, mapping me like he’s taking his time now that we’re here.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says against my mouth.
“I won’t.”
“Still, if at any moment?—”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
The fire in his eyes blazes.
“Good,” he says.
