And there it is.
The honest truth, no holds barred. About damn time it showed up to claw through the facade of civility the two of us have worn for months.
I ghost my mouth against hers and taste the hint of red wine on her lips, desire roiling through my body. “Good. Because I don’t want to be your fucking friend either, sweetheart.”
And with that, the dam breaks.
I don’t know who moves first, but in the next moment her lips are fused to mine, her hands fisting my shirt as everything we’ve been holding back explodes.
The kiss isn’t soft. Isn’t gentle. It’s months of torture as ourtongues wage a silent war, her taste an aphrodisiac I want to drown in.
And she’s not going anywhere until I’m ready to let her go. My hand slides up around her throat, cupping her face and holding her in place as my mouth ravishes her. But Kiki is right there, her hands yanking me closer as if determined to rip the suit from my body.
She kisses me like she’s still mad at me, and I kiss her back like none of it matters. It’s fucking feral, the feelings coursing through me.
Through us both.
Her fingers work at my belt, loosening it and I realize we’re doing this.
Unless you stop, Eddie.
I should stop. I should walk away. Protect myself. Protect my heart.
She pulls back, panting, her fingers fumbling my pants down, and when that dark gaze meets mine, I know one thing.
I’m not fucking walking away.
With a growl, I shove her dress to her waist, ripping her panties aside as I hoist her onto the desk.
Her legs part and I’m between them in the next moment, wrapping her long stems around me as my fingers find their mark.
Fuck me, she’s soaking wet.
Kiki drops her head back with a moan, her hips writhing against my hand as my thumb slides over her clit.
No way I’m holding back. I can’t.
Grabbing my cock, I slide it through her wetness, her arousal only pushing me further to the edge.
Our gazes catch, the fire in her eyes matching the rabid desire in my own. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
“Never stop.”
I thrust forward, burying myself in her heat with a low grunt. “Fuck.”
My fingers dig into her ass, holding her in place as I drive into her—every thrust carrying the weight of all the nights I spent without her. Every time I hated myself for loving her.
Kiki braces herself, her legs falling open as she grinds against me, every inch of her messy and breathless and fucking mine.
Burying my face against her neck, I rake my teeth along the sensitive skin, her whimpers driving me to the brink of madness.
“Eddie—”
I seize her mouth, swallowing my name as she begs for more. Our tongues slick together, crashing and colliding as the tempest threatens to devour us whole.
Every muscle tenses as I thrust deeper, faster, chasing the high only Kiki gives me.
And then she breaks beneath me, her body shaking as pleasure tears her in two.
