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“You know they make keyless locks now,” I say, feeling dumb for even opening my mouth, but not able to help myself.
“Yeah, I know. It’s something I have to get around to installing. I’d like having a code and not a key.
I bob my head as he holds the door open and I step past him. It’s dark but as soon as his hand flips the switch, I blink and take in my surroundings. The inside is nice and tidy. The tile floors look like they’ve just been mopped and the couches in the living room are stuffed with olive green pillows. My eyes wander to the kitchen on the far end of the lower floor and I take in the dark wood cabinets and the granite countertops. This is a nice place. I can’t imagine owning something like this at my age. It’s almost unbelievable. He must have a really good job.
“This is really nice. This yours?” I ask.
“Yeah. It is.”
“Your grandpa give it to you?”
“Yeah, got lucky,” he says as he sets his keys and wallet on the small table by the front door and locks it behind him. The soundof the lock clicking into place makes my heart race. I’m suddenly frozen in place as he moves toward me. I’m helpless. I want to be helpless with him.
I want him to own me.
His hand reaches around me, cupping the back of my neck. The touch is almost gentle, tender. My body arches into it, accepting it.
“I just have to tell you…you thought I was ignoring you all night, but all I could see was you. You looked so fucking hot out there,” he whispers. “I hated it, hated that you eclipsed everyone else. But Jude, you fucking shined.”
I gasp as his lips skim across mine. His head tilts and his tongue slips inside my waiting mouth. As soon as our tongues tangle, my body sags against his, feeling his hands cradle my waist as he holds me up.
He needs to hold me up.
I’m falling so fucking far. I’m so far gone, just a blip in the distance.
And he does, he catches me. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me further into him until I’m pressed impossibly close. I can feel every ridge, every muscle. I can even feel the frantic beating of his heart. My hands brush up his chest and clasp onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
“Why are you so fucking hot, Jude?” he asks when he pulls away from my lips. I groan at the absence of him. “Why could I see no one else but you?”
My hips grind up against him, my sensitive cock brushing against his groin. He’s hard too, a throbbing rod against mine.
I want it. I want it so bad.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You never fucking mean it,” he grunts and then ruts up against me, making my eyes nearly cross. Oh fuck. Ohfuck.His hand reaches up and cups my jaw, tilting me just the way hewants me as he cocks his head and slides his tongue into my mouth. It’s filthy, the way he’s sliding against me. It’s making my already horny mind conjure up all the nasty things we could do together.
“All I could think about were these goddamn hobbies of yours,” he says as he bites down on my lower lip. “All I could think about was bringing you home and kissing you again.”
The words that tumble from his lips set my frantic heart into a spiral. They settle in my mind, burrowing deep so I can never dig them out and discard them. It’s too late, they’re blooming. By summer, they will be a full fucking vine, fruits and all.
His hips arch into mine and his cock presses against my own almost painfully and he keeps it there, taunting me as his lips part from mine.
“Want to see what I got you?” he asks. I whimper at the loss of his mouth and chase his lips, wanting more, wanting him to keep kissing me until I pass out from lack of oxygen. I could die happily, right here inside of this house. In his arms.
“No,” I murmur, my hands sliding up his neck and threading through his hair. I’m leaning into him completely now. He’s supporting all of my weight. I’m a useless blob.
“Seriously?” he says with a small laugh. “You don’t wanna?”
“No. I just want to keep kissing you. Right here. Don’t make me beg.”
“I’ve always wanted to hear you beg,” he says softly.
I moan as he shifts, placing both hands on my ass and lifting with a low grunt. I gasp at the feel of being lifted off my feet. God, he’s strong. Stronger than he looks. No one has ever carried me anywhere, and I like it more than I should.
My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles hooking together as I press my lips back to his.
“You’re cheating,” I say against his mouth. “This is cheating.”
