She’s struggling with the button when I step closer again.
“No time,” I growl.
Her head lifts just as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pull.I bust the button, tearing the zipper, then I drag them down her curvy legs in one hard pull.
The denim snags on her shoe and tears a little.
But I don’t give a damn.
I’d burn both our wardrobes to the ground if it meant getting closer to her right now.
Her shirt follows.
Then the rest.
Fabric hits the floor piece by piece until there’s nothing left between us but skin and heat and the raw tension humming in the air.
The moment she’s bare enough, I grab her and haul her against me.
My mouth crashes down on hers.
And God—I needed that.
I needed her taste.Needed the way she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this just as badly as I have.
My hands slide up her back, holding her tight against my chest while I kiss her deeper, harder, like I’m trying to breathe her in.
Like she’s the only thing that’s going to calm the storm tearing through my chest.
Because the truth is, the anger about Mike?
The protective rage?The possessive instinct clawing up my spine?
It’s all tangled together with something even stronger.
Something that scares the hell out of me.
I pull back just enough to rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard.
My hand cups the back of her neck, thumb brushing her cheek.
“Christ, Honey,” I murmur roughly.
“I know,” she whimpers, and I lift her in my arms.
Her legs wrap around me and I almost stumble at the feel of her hot pussy against my stomach.
“I swear,” I murmur, “Kelly, the way you kissed me back there…”
I trail off, shake my head once, half laughing, half stunned.
“Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
She nods, and from the hungry look in her eyes, I think she really does know.
“Same thing you do to me every time you touch me, J.T.,” she says and lowers her head to suck on my neck.
Jesus.Christ.
