Do I remember? I can still see her flushed cheeks as I finally gave in and kissed her in the hallway. It took everything inside of me to take it slow. To be careful. When all I wanted to do was push her up against the wall and have my way with her. The reminder only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of me.
“Violet,” I warn.
“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She presses another kiss to my knuckle. Her lips are parted this time, so I can feel the warmth of her mouth. She sucks on the tender flesh softly. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you pressed me up against the dresser in Hawke’s room.” She smiles against the back of my hand. “The question is…do you want me, too?”
Fucking hell.
Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s those big, coffee-colored eyes. Maybe it’s the feel of her thighs on either side of my hips and her hot pussy pressed against my cock. I don’t even know, but my free hand tightens around her waist, gripping the thick fabric she’s still entrenched in. Her hips grind against me, and her smile widens even more. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Kissing my hand again, she rocks into me, opening my loose fist and sucking my forefinger into her mouth. With a swirl of her tongue, and a light drag of her teeth against my skin, I know I’m a goner.
“Careful,” I warn. She sucks me harder, using the ridge of my dick for friction as she shamelessly rubs herself against me. My eyes narrow even more. “Violet.”
With a quiet pop, she pulls me out of her mouth and shifts forward, bringing us chest-to-chest, her back arching into me. “Don’t make me come alone.”
I thread my fingers through the back of her head and drag her into me, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I was right. Fucking Red Bull and vodka. Pretty sure I’ve never craved anything more. With a gentle tug on her hair, I swallow her moan as she sucks on my tongue the same way she had my finger, making me harder than steel.
Fuck, I want her. I tug on her hair a little harder, and her head rolls back, giving me access to her pretty throat. Sucking on the sensitive skin, I unwrap my arm from her waist, shoving up her sweatshirt, only to be met with bare skin. The fact she’s been walking around all night, around my brothers, around The Drift, everywhere, with only my hoodie covering her is…damn. Have I died and gone to heaven?
“Violet,” I rasp.
“Is there a problem, Jag Off?”
My eyes thin. “You’re not wearing a bra again.”
“Perks of not having boobs.”
Giving in, I palm her small breasts, relishing the feel of her nipple pebbling against me. Hell, I’m offended for her. “They’re perfect,” I growl. She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue as I grind into her, letting her use my cock any way she pleases, and fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Shit,” she whimpers.
“You like that, Vi?”
Her breathing quickens, and she drops her head back, shamelessly riding me. Trouble is, if she keeps it up, I’m gonna come in my jeans like a teenager. I haven’t dry humped in years.Literally. Don’t get me wrong. Foreplay’s fine, and I always make sure to get the girl off before I come, but I’ve never been this ready. This on edge. This close to losing my shit without even having a chance to be inside the person. She’s making me lose my damn mind. I want her. Need her. Every single part.
I bend down, bringing her chest to my mouth. Sucking. Biting. Licking. Every inch of her. With a moan, she leans back, giving me better access as I devour her tits. “Fucking perfect,” I repeat, swirling my tongue against her nipple.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She swats my head away, and climbs off me, my hoodie still bunched beneath her armpits. Fumbling with her jeans, her desperation so thick, I can almost taste it, she says, “If I don’t have you inside me in under ten seconds, I’ll go crazy. Do you have protection?”
Digging into my jeans, I find a condom, hold it between my teeth, and swat her hands away so I can tug off her pants, then add mine to the pile on the floor.
Once we’re both good and naked, she lies back on the couch. Spreading her thighs, she gives me a glimpse of her sweet pussy as I rip open the condom and slide it on. Her eyes heat, watching me run my hand along my erection while I climb on top of her.
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods. “You have two seconds.”
With a smirk, I line up with her entrance, willing myself to slow down when all I want to do is thrust inside her tight little body. The head of my cock nudges against her, and she takes in a quick breath.
“You good?” I ask.
“You now have one second?—”
I push inside of her, my vision blurring from the feel of her sweet pussy wrapped around me like a damn glove. Fuck. She feels incredible. Tight. Wet. Hot. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head until I notice the subtle pinch in Violet’s brows.Pressing my forehead to hers, I don’t move a muscle, giving her a few seconds to adjust to the intrusion. The same quickening, uneven breath brushes against my neck as she forces the rigidity from her muscles. “Sorry,” she laughs. “It’s, uh, it’s been a while.”
I fight my smile, my chest swelling with pride. There’s nothing wrong with sowing your wild oats and shit. I know I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands, and the double standard is bullshit, but knowing I managed to break down her walls, to convince her I’m worth the risk. The realization is almost as good as the feel of her body beneath mine.
With a careful roll of her hips as if she’s testing the waters, Violet slips her hands beneath the hem of my shirt. Her fingers drag along my spine, finding my ass.
“Start slow,” she whispers.
