Page 136 of Resist

We’re both tipsy. We’re both horny. And where I’m hard she’s fucking soaked.

I yank up her dress to find a scrap of lace that just adds fuel to my fire. With my arms wrapped around her, I move her to the dresser opposite us and set her down.

I don’t have time to think. Neither of us speaks. The urgency in our desire, the party going on beyond the door, and our greed is all we need as I push into her.

It takes all I have not to come right then. Her hot, wet pussy is heaven and hell and every sinner’s paradise in between.

Our hands grip.

Oh God.

Our teeth nip.

Harder.

We both moan.

Faster.

And then groan.

Deeper.

Her fingers dig into my biceps.

Right there.

Her teeth dig into my shoulder.

I’m coming.

And fuck if it doesn’t make me lose my breath. If she doesn’t make me lose it every damn time.

Our chests heave. Our hearts race. Someone outside somewhere calls my name. Our lips find each other and soften the violent desire we just shared with the tenderness of a kiss.

I lean back and look at her. At what I do to her. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are wild.

She’s mine.

I’ve never said that before and really meant it. Or wanted it.

But she’s mine.

A shy smile ghosts on her lips. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I chuckle.

“Well, that was an unexpected surprise.”

“I had to make sure all twelve inches still worked.” I wink as her eyes widen.

“Ryker—”

I stop the apology I can see she’s about to give by putting my finger on her lips. “That was my thank-you for being so goddamn awesome.”

I lean in and kiss her again, and all I can think about is the buzz outside from what she said, how she held her own, and how she turned it around on them.

“We’ve got to get back,” she says through a laugh. “People are going to notice we’re missing.”