Maybe we both do.
Maybe we’ve been moving toward this for days.
Her breath hits mine. Her fingers curl in my shirt, and then she kisses me.
Or I kiss her.
Doesn’t matter who starts it. The second our mouths meet, everything snaps.
Hunger floods through me so quickly that my knees almost buckle. She makes a sound, and it stirs something primal from the depths of my spine. My hands find her waist, then her hips, then her back, pulling her in close. Too close and not close enough.
She fists the front of my shirt and drags me down harder.
The kiss is messy. It’s hot. It’s pulling and searching, a week of tension detonating at once. Her mouth opens under mine, and I swear every rational thought burns to ash.
I break away for a breath I don’t even take.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “We shouldn’t—”
Her lips find my jaw, my neck.
I’m not sure which one of us is shaking.
“Yes,” she whispers into my skin. “We should.”
I’m gone.
Absolutely gone.
I crush my mouth back to hers, and she moans into it, hands sliding up my chest. I grab her hips, hauling her in so her body aligns with mine. I feel heat everywhere. Her thigh brushes my leg, and my pulse spikes hard enough that my vision blurs at the edges.
I follow when she stumbles back, kissing her like I’m starved for it. Because I am. Because I’ve been starving for days.
When her back hits the wall, she gasps.
My hands flatten on either side of her head, then slip down her ribcage to her waist.
She grips my arms. “Griffin,” she breathes.
I rest my forehead against hers. My lungs feel too small, and my restraint feels paper-thin.
“We need to slow down,” I get out. “We need to think.”
She shakes her head, eyes dark. “I’ve done nothing but think for years. I’m tired of thinking.”
Her hands slide under my shirt. Skin on skin. My restraint explodes.
I kiss her again, pouring every ounce of my hunger into her.
She arches into me, and it’s over.
Absolutely over.
When I lift her, her legs wrap around me without hesitation as her breath stutters in my ear. My hands dig into the backs of her thighs as her mouth finds mine again and again.
It’s hot.
It’s desperate.
