I closed the distance between us in two strides, backing her against the door we’d just come through. My hands came up to frame her face, tilting her head back so she had to look at me.
“Last chance to run.” My lips brushed hers, barely touching. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’ve screamed my name so many times you forget every other man who’s ever touched you.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m not running.”
“Then hold on.”
I kissed her hard, my hand sliding into her hair and fisting there, holding her exactly where I wanted her. She gasped against my mouth and I took advantage, my tongue claiming her, tasting her. Fuck, she tasted even better than I remembered. Sweet and eager and mine.
I pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the door and making sure she could feel how hard I was. How much I’d been wanting this. Wanting her.
“Feel that?” I ground my hips against her. “I’ve been walking around like that for days because of you.”
She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her again.
“Every time you bent over. Every time you bit that bottom lip. Every fucking time you looked at me. You’ve driven me quietly insane, and I’m fucking done.”
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, tossing it aside. She was wearing a black lace bra. Like she’d been planning this. Planning to wreck me.
“I’ve been thinking about these.” I cupped her breasts through the lace, squeezing. “Wondering if they’d fill my hands. If you’d like it rough or gentle.”
“Both,” she gasped. “God, both.”
I pulled the lace down, freeing her breasts, and groaned at the sight. Perfect. Full and soft with nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth.
I didn’t ask permission. We were way past that. I just bent and sucked one into my mouth, using my teeth and tongue to pleasure her. She cried out, her back arching, pushing more of herself into my mouth.
“So sensitive,” I murmured against her. “Good. That means I can make you fall apart just from this.”
I switched to the other breast, biting down on her nipple before soothing it with my tongue. Her hands were in my hair now, pulling, and the sting went straight to my cock.
“Bed,” she panted. “Crew, please—”
“Not yet.” I took off her bra before dropping to my knees, my hands going to her jeans. “Do you know I’ve been jerking off in the shower every night, dreaming about tasting this pussy. I’m not waiting another second.”
I had her jeans and panties off in under a minute, tossing them somewhere behind me. I didn’t care where they landed. And then she was standing there, bare before me. “Spread your legs.”
She did, her thighs trembling, and I groaned at the sight. She was so wet, her pussy lips glistening. She was pink and swollen and so fucking perfect.
“Look at you.” I ran one finger through her folds. “You’re soaking wet. Is this what I do to you, Charlotte? Make you this desperate?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I leaned forward and licked her, one long stroke from entrance to clit, and her knees actually gave out. I caught her, holding her up with my hands on her ass, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
“Stay still,” I ordered against her flesh. “Let me eat this sweet pussy.”
I devoured her. There was no other word for it. Licking and sucking and using my tongue to drive her crazy. She was making sounds I’d never heard before—desperate, needy whimpers that made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she was, how her body clenched around them immediately.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I worked my fingers deeper, curling them. “It’s going to feel so good when I’m inside you. I’m going to stretch you so good.”
“Please,” she begged, tugging at my hair. “I need—”
“My cock?” I sucked hard on her clit while my fingers hit that spot inside her. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” she gasped. “I need your cock inside me. Now. Please.”
