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But I don’t care. All I’m thinking about right now is how much I want him.

“Right here,” I tell him.

And that’s all he really needs to hear, apparently. He pulls me close again and kisses me hot and fast. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue pressing into mine again, licking into my mouth in a way that makes me wonder what it would feel like to have him kiss me somewhere else.

He works me up like that, his hands gripping and grasping at my body, and it’s different from the plane.

He’s not as in control as he was then. Not as deliberate. This feels more like he’s letting himself get carried away on the need he feels, and something about knowing I’ve driven him to that turns me on even more.

It’s how I feel too, honestly. Desperate and out of control. Like something primal has taken root in me, a need that’s too feral to stop, even in the face of good sense.

It just feels good to take what I want for a moment. To let go of the stress and worry of my messed up holiday travel, running into Ares, and what’s waiting for me when we finally get to Hope Falls.

All I have to think about right now is Tate’s mouth on mine and the hard line of his cock grinding against me. My body throbs with need as I grind back, trying to tempt him into giving me more.

I don’t have to work too hard at it to get it.

Tate hisses a curse under his breath and then pulls back. “Come here,” he growls, even though I’m right in front of him already. He shoves my pants down, helping me out of my boots and the tangle of my jeans and panties. His eyes linger on my body, taking in the sight of my hips and the sparse patch of hair between my legs. For a second I wonder if he’s going to drop to his knees and feast on me right here, but instead, he lifts me up into his arms and shoves me against the door.

“Fuck,” I groan, turned on by the show of strength. “Please, Tate. You’re killing me. I need… I need…”

“I know what you need,” he says. “And you’ll get it.” He fumbles to pull his cock out of his pants, then digs a condom out of his wallet and rolls it on with one hand. It’s awkward and quick, no finesse to it at all, but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t even have time to look down at his sheathed shaft before he’s driving into me hard and fast.

I’m wet enough that it doesn’t hurt, but the sudden stretch is enough to take my breath away for a few seconds. Tate doesn’t even let me catch my breath before he’s fucking me, pulling back and then slamming deep inside, setting a furious pace.

His fingers dig into my skin, and I wrap my legs around him, grinding down into each thrust. His eyes are wild as he fucks me, a steady stream of curses and praise falling out of him.

“You feel so fucking good. I can’t get over it. I could stay buried in you all fucking day. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He shoves in hard again, and my pussy flutters around him. “If I just laid you out on a bed and kept my cock in you all day. Just fucking into you whenever I got hard, letting you feel what you do to me over and over again. How long do you think you could take it, Brynn? How long before it was too much?”

It’s a stream of consciousness ramble, brought on by how close we both already are to the edge just from this, but it makes me hotter for him all the same. Heat beats under my skin as I picture it, just staying stuffed with his cock all day, letting him fuck and use me as he wants.

It would be so good. It’s already so good, the way he slams into me again and again. The door rubs against my back as he drives into me, but I don’t care if I end up with weird bruises. All I want is the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Please,” I moan. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah? You gonna come for me?”

I nod frantically, already feeling the tightening of my muscles. “Fuck, fuck. Oh fuck, Tate.”

His eyes go dark at that. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

“Tate. Tate, Tate, Tate, please. I need it. I’m so⁠—”

He thrusts up hard, and it drives whatever I was about to say right out of my fucking head. I whimper softly, not even embarrassed by how needy it sounds. I am needy right now. Needy for more, needy for him to keep fucking me like this.

Every thrust makes my body throb, and the angle keeps him pressing right into that spot inside me that I can’t get enough of. Every time he pulls back, I can feel the thickness of him dragging against my walls, and then he drives back in, practically punching the breath out of my lungs when he bottoms out.

It shouldn’t be this good, but it is. Good enough that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind with the pleasure gathering in my core.

It won’t take much more for me to go flying over the edge at this rate.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he pants. “I’m so fucking close, but I want to feel you lose it first. Let me feel it. Give it all to me.”

I’ve never been one to come on command, but it’s a damn close thing right now. My body spasms, and the next thing I know, I’m coming hard. My pussy clenches tight around him, and I shake my way through an orgasm that has me seeing stars.

I gasp for breath, rolling my hips through the aftershocks as Tate keeps fucking into me, chasing his own pleasure. He comes seconds later, pumping his hips in stuttering thrusts.

I squeeze around him in the aftermath, punching a groan out of him.