My long legs wrap around his waist.
I’m vaguely aware of movement.
Then, the front door bangs shut.
A second later, my back hits the hallway wall.
And that’s when things get hot and wild.
We start going at it like we’ve been starved of each other.
We have.
Five years of pent-up emotions are pouring out into this one kiss.
It’s desperate and needy.
And I can’t get enough…be close enough.
I writhe against him. My fingers driving into his hair. I grip the strands, pulling.
He groans into my mouth, making me smile with the power I have over him.
I take his lower lip between my teeth and sink them in.
He hisses a sound I’ve missed hearing.
I meet his sex-heated eyes as I lick away the sting with my tongue.
His fingers bite into my ass, and he kisses a path down my neck to the swell of my breasts.
We’re covered by a thick sexual fog, and I can’t see anything outside of it.
All I can see is him.
All I want is him.
His hips press into mine. I can feel him, hot and hard, through the material of my panties, and I moan, loud.
“Shh, Dove. We have to be quiet.”
Gigi.
And that’s the bump back to earth that I need. Her name is like a bucket of ice water being thrown over me.
I can’t do this. I can’t risk doing this with him and it ending badly.
I don’t want Gigi getting hurt.
Or me.
I can’t gamble my heart on Zeus Kincaid again.
“Stop.” I push at his chest with my hand.
He pulls back, looking confused. I slide my legs to the floor.
“Dove?”