She rolls her hips up to meet mine, and the friction nearly kills me.
I try to pull back, just for air, but she chases me.She bites my bottom lip like she owns me.And maybe, in this moment, she does.
“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” I mutter against her mouth, gripping her hard.
She smirks and rocks against me again.“You love it.”
I do.I really fucking do.And the urge to flip her over and show her exactly what happens when she pushes me like this is overwhelming.My palm tingles with the idea.
“Keep that up, and I’ll put you over my knee,” I growl, low enough that it sounds more like a promise than a threat.
Her breath catches.Eyes darken.And then she breathes, “Maybe I’d like that.”
Fuck my life.
My control snaps.
I don’t even know who I am right now.Just that I want her.That I need to feel her wrapped around me.I rock into her again, harder this time, and she whimpers, her nails dragging down my back through my shirt.
“Brant…” Her voice is a desperate plea.
“I know.I’ve got you.”My hand slides from her hip to her thigh, hitching her leg higher around my waist.The angle changes everything.She gasps, her head falling back, and I take the opportunity to kiss down her throat, teeth grazing her skin.
She grinds against me, matching my rhythm, and fuck, I’m too close.I should slow down, but then her fingers tighten in my hair again, and she pulls me back to her mouth.
She pants into me.“More.”
That word.That one fucking word causes me to break.
My whole body tenses as heat rushes over me like a wave.I gasp into her mouth as I come hard, like a teenager with zero warning and control over his body.
What the actual fuck?
She probably has no idea, but my entire body is still trembling, my breath ragged against her skin.I cling to her, chest heaving, trying to recover, trying not to die from embarrassment.
I’ve never lost it like that.Not ever.
And yet...I want her all over again.
She finally pulls away from my mouth, smiling, and glances down between us.
“Did you just...”
I run a hand over my face.“Yes.”
She laughs, actually laughs, and the sound goes straight to my gut.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I say, trying to make it sound like a warning, but the smirk on her face ruins it.I’m smiling too.I can’t help it.
She’s proud and wicked as she hops down from my waist like she hasn’t just completely shocked my body.“Now you can take me home.”
“I’m getting changed first.”
“You can’t.”
“Why?”I raise an eyebrow.
“You walk out of here, and someone could notice you're in scrubs.Or when you show up to my house in scrubs that will scream something happened to my dad.”
