This is a terrible idea.A really terrible idea.Which would be helpful information if I had even the slightest intention of stopping.
She shifts slightly, the movement bringing her closer still, and suddenly I’m very aware of the fact that she fits against me in a way that makes my brain start producing thoughts that are wildly inappropriate for a school trip kitchen.
My hands slide down to her waist without thinking. Her jumper is soft beneath my palms, and when she tilts her head slightly and kisses me deeper the sensation sends a rush of heat straight through me.
God.She might finish me just from kissing me.
My grip tightens instinctively as I pull her closer. The kiss slows for half a second, just enough that I catch the way her breathing has changed, the way her fingers curl more tightly in my hair like she doesn’t want the distance even for that brief moment. Then she kisses me again. Slower this time. Deeper.
My brain is currently providing a running commentary about how unbelievably bad this idea is. But my body seems to have decided those details are not particularly important right now.
I lift her without really thinking about it, my hands sliding to her hips as I guide her up onto the counter behind her in one smooth movement. She lets out a soft, breathless moan when the back of her legs hit the edge, the sound breaking the kiss just long enough for me to catch the look on her face. Her hair has come loose from its knot now. Her lips are flushed. Her eyes are darker. That image is going to stay in my brain forever. Then she grabs my shirt again and pulls me back down to her. The secondkiss is slower but somehow more intense. My hands settle on her hips to steady her on the counter, my thumbs brushing against the denim of her jeans as she leans forward into me, her fingers still tangled in my hair. She begins arching against me, grinding herself into me, searching for friction like she can’t quite get close enough.
I suck in a breath through my teeth.Fuck. This is dangerous.
My hands tighten on her hips without me meaning them to, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her waist as heat coils low in my stomach, tightening, pulling faster than I’m prepared for.
Jesus.
I press my forehead briefly against hers, eyes squeezed shut as I try to get a grip on myself. My brain is a mess of white noise and the feel of her moving against me.
“Freya,” I mutter, my voice rougher than I intend.
She doesn’t stop, if anything else, she moves closer, her breath gets shallower. Her hands slide up into my hair like she’s trying to drag me closer to her.
My pulse is hammering, every nerve ending lit up, that tight pressure winding higher and higher inside me. I know exactly where this is heading and I can’t do a thing to stop it.
“Freya I…”
The words fall apart in my mouth. An animalistic sound escapes me as the tension that’s been coiling tighter and tighter inside me finally snaps, my head dropping forward to her shoulder as my hands clamp around her hips. For a second I can’t breathe, can’t think. Everything just… crashes through me all at once. Heat and pressure and the undeniable realisation that I lost control completely.
For a moment the world narrows to nothing but the feel of her against me and the shock of how completely she’s undone me.
My chest rises and falls hard, breath warm against her neck, my hands still holding her like I’m not entirely convinced my legs would cooperate if I let go.
She’s gone very still.
I drag in a slow breath, letting my forehead rest against her for a second longer before lifting my head just enough to look at her. There’s no panic in me. No scrambling to explain it away. Just the quiet, unavoidable truth of it.
A crooked smile pulls at my mouth as I shake my head slightly, still catching my breath.
“Yeah,” I murmur, voice low and rough. “That’s about right.”
My thumb brushes absently over her hip, like I can’t quite stop touching her even now.
“You get anywhere near me like that,” I add softly, meeting her eyes, “and apparently my body just… gives up trying to control itself.”
She sighs softly against my mouth, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt again.
Fuck. This woman.I could stay right here all night.
My lips move to her jaw, then the warm skin beneath her ear, kissing my way down her neck while she tilts her head back slightly, giving me more space like she’s not even thinking about it. Which is exactly when the front door slams somewhere down the hallway.
We freeze. Footsteps.
“Hello? Freya?”
Freya’s eyes go wide. “Shit.”
