“Kiss me,” I breathed. “Please. Just kiss me.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. Just stared at me with those burning eyes, his chest heaving.
And then he snapped.
His hand shot to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me against him. His other arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me slightly as he backed me against the wall.
And then his mouth was on mine.
Raw. Desperate. Consuming.
He kissed me like he was drowning and I was air. Like he’d been starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, possessing, and I moaned against him, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
His hips pressed against mine, and I could feel how hard he was, the thick length of him pressing into my stomach. Heat flooded through me, pooling between my thighs, and I arched against him, desperate for more.
“Derek,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. “Please—”
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was rough, commanding. “Tell me, Kat.”
“You.” My voice was barely a whisper. “I want you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something that made my heart clench.
“Say it again.”
“I want you, Derek. I want you to...” I broke off, my cheeks flushing.
“To what, baby?” His hand slid down my side, over my hip, his fingers digging into my thigh. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, and the words sent a thrill through me.
Something feral flashed in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I pulled him closer, my lips brushing against his. “Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
In one smooth motion, he bent and lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. I gasped at the sudden movement, clinging to his shoulders as he carried me down the hall toward my bedroom.
“Which door?” he asked, his voice strained.
“End of the hall.”
He kicked the door open and carried me inside, setting me down beside the bed. For a moment, we just stood there, breathing hard, staring at each other.
And then I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head.
Derek’s eyes went dark as he took me in—standing there in nothing but my bra and panties, my skin flushed, my chest heaving.
“Fuck, Kat.” His voice was reverent. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Derek’s jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from touching me.
“Your turn,” I said softly.
He didn’t hesitate. His shirt was off in seconds, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the tattoos that covered his arms and torso. I’d never seen him shirtless before, never like this. Last time we did this was fast and hot in Jack’s office.
