I reach for her the moment I get close enough and grab a fistful of that jersey. She giggles as her body tumbles forward into my chest, and she presses her forearms to my chest, head tipping back. The healthy, happy glow in her eyes makes it impossible to look elsewhere.
She plants two hands to my sternum, letting them rest there. “I haven’t had the chance to ask you what you think.”
“About what, specifically?”
“The party, you ass.”
“Just wanted to make sure,” I drawl, releasing the fabric of her jersey just enough that I can push my hand back to rest above her ass. “There are so many things I’m thinking about right now.”
“Tell me you like the party first. After that, I’ll let you coax me into a broom closet or something.”
A chuckle rumbles up my throat. “Romantic.”
“Roman,” she scolds.
I trace a knuckle along the edge of her jaw until it taps the underside of her chin. “You did an incredible job, sweetheart. Everyone here has told me the same thing.”
“Your opinion is the only one I care about. This is for us more than anyone else here. I know it’s more my taste than yours, but you told me to do what I wanted?—”
Pinching her chin, I tip her head back further and drop my mouth to hers. She meets my kiss instantly, melting beneath my lips as her words drift somewhere far away.
It’s nearly impossible to keep from deepening it and tasting her the way I want to right now. Especially when she makes a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat and curls her fingers in my dress shirt, tugging the top button free. My hand spasmsover the curve of her ass, travelling further south before I collect myself.
She’s pouting the moment I break the kiss and open my eyes.
“So, broom closet?”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I keep you young,” she coos.
“Yeah, you do. I’ve got no doubt I’ll be in my sixties, still chasing you around this place.”
“Brave of you to think you won’t have a walker by then.”
My teeth flash before I nip the tip of her nose. “Do you want to be punished, baby?”
“Is that a promise? Because here I’ve been, just waiting for you to finally ravish me.”
“I did that before we left the house.”
“And you thought that would be enough? I didn’t wear this dress because I love having to tug it down all the time.”
I trap a growl in my throat and fill my hand with her ass, gripping it roughly. Her pupils expand as her breathing kicks up.
“Like I said, insatiable,” I grit out.
My cock pulses in my briefs, pressing ruthlessly against my pants. If we weren’t surrounded by so many watchful eyes—including her brother’s—I’d have reached down to adjust myself by now.
She beams up at me, sensing exactly that. “Uncomfortable, are you?”
Shifting my stance a bit, I bring my mouth to her ear. My first exhale has her shivering against me.
“I know you’re wet enough to have already ruined those cocktease panties you left our house wearing. Are your thighs slick with it yet, Brielle?”
“Look for yourself.”
My vision goes in and out of focus. “Not here.”
