Every step upstairs made my head spin.
Or maybe it was his continued kisses down my neck.
When we reached my room, he didn’t slow.Clothes became obstacles that neither one of us had the patience for anymore.I ripped off his shirt in seconds after he tore off my sweater.He tossed me on the bed with controlled force, the mattress dipping beneath me as he followed immediately, caging me in with his body.
The kiss came back harder, deeper, stealing whatever resolve I had left.
Heat pressed everywhere—his weight, his mouth, the way his hands roamed like he was mapping me for memory.I pulled back just enough to breathe, my fingers already fumbling with his belt, desperate.
Too desperate.
He caught my wrist gently but firmly, pinning it to the bed as his mouth curved into a dark, knowing smile.
“Greedy, aren’t we?”he murmured.
Before I could retort, his mouth was on mine again, kissing me senseless.Tongues waged war, and my legs locked around his waist.One of his arms snaked around my waist and lifted me slightly while the other worked to unlock my bra.If I wasn't in a lust-induced coma, I would've questioned him about the record-breaking time he had my bra off with one hand.
Question for later, I suppose.
His lips broke from mine, teasing down my throat, my collarbone.The sensation was overwhelming, his kisses slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every reaction I failed to hide.
My back arched when he swirled his tongue across my nipple.
Despite logic.
Despite rules.
Despite the contract screaming somewhere in the back of my mind.
All I could think about was how inevitable this felt.
And how badly I wanted to let it happen.
He eased up, standing on his feet and looking down at me with pure fire in his eyes.Rapidly blinking, I tried to steady my heartbeat but failed.Who would have a steady heartbeat under that intense stare?He pulled on my ankles and tugged me to the edge of the bed, dragging the jeans off my body and spreading my legs.
There was nothing more vulnerable than laying underneath a man's gaze in nothing but a pair of red lace panties.
Lifting my left leg, his lips brushed against the base of my ankle, then worked his way up—my shin, my calf, my thigh.I squirmed under him, a willing participant to his teasing.My back arched when he brushed a kiss along my inner thigh, so close to my core that I could feel his hot breath against my panties.
“Like that?”
His lips were inches away from my core, rubbing and licking and sucking on my sensitive skin.I shifted closer and he chuckled darkly, grabbing onto my hip and moving lower.Then his lips were on my hips, lingering where my panty line was, and he tugged them down with his teeth.The sight of him undressing me with his teeth shouldn't have made me want him more, but damn if it wasn't a new level of sexy.
I was bare for him to see, dark lashes fluttering at him like a doe-eyed creature waiting for her predator's attack.
His eyes burned like the bright embers of a burning fire—hot, intense, and filled with promise.
“You're every man's wet dream, trouble,” he swore, gaze scanning every inch of me before resting between my thighs.“Dripping wet and ready for me.Beautiful doesn't even cover how you look right now.”
I swallowed under the intensity of his words, searching my brain for a witty comeback, but it was focused on the moment his hands reached for the button of his jeans.
“If I remember correctly,” I breathed out, watching him unbutton and unzip, “someone said I was drop-to-his-knees type of beautiful.”
He smirked.“You want me on my knees, trouble?”
“One of us should be.”
“Good idea.”Then he pulled on my ankle and drove me to the floor.I was about to argue, to shoot venom at him for evensuggestingthat I should be the one on my knees, when he dropped his jeans and the length of him sprang free.
