Hayden’s breath catches sharply at my honesty, and he lowers his mouth farther, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear. His voice turns deep, raw with barely restrained desire. “And this? Do you feel this, too?”
The question sends a new wave of heat spiraling through my veins, desire pooling deeper in my stomach. My grip tightens around his shirt, and I draw him even closer. “I feel…everything.” I palm his cock through his pants, hot, thick,sofucking hard, and squeeze until he moans, low and feral in my ear. “Especially this…”
Dominic’s laughter echoes somewhere nearby, Elijah’s voice blending into the buzz around us, but I hardly register them. All I can sense is Hayden.
“You’re torturing me,” I breathe against his lips, feeling bold, reckless, dizzy.
His mouth brushes mine, barely there, but charged with heat. “I could say the same about you.”
The room spins, colors blur, music pulses, but it all fades. There’s just Hayden, looking at me like I’m the only real thing in a world that hasn’t gone hazy and soft.
It’s the kind of moment that brands itself onto your soul. Impossible to forget even when everything else vanishes. A needy sound escapes his throat, fingers pressing harder into my hips. He guides me, his rhythm purposeful and deliberate, memorializing the way my body moves against his.
Every sensation feels heightened as my fingers drift lower, slipping carefully beneath the waistband of his pants. My heart kicks wildly as I close my hand firmly around his dick, feeling him hard and hot under my touch.
Hayden draws a sharp, ragged breath, chest rising against mine as he presses into my palm. “Slowly. Take your time.”
My grip tightens, stroking him with deliberate slowness, causing him to groan against my neck.
“Like this?” I whisper, thumb swirling the tip of his cock.
“Mm-hm.” Hayden’s hips roll forward, guiding me. “Exactlylike that.”
My fingers press under the head of his cock and he’s full-on panting now. Grinding against my palm, and here, with him groaning in my ear, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. “Say it,” I whisper, stroking him harder. “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me. Right here.”
“Oh, sweet Levi…” His lips drag against my jaw. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you. To feel you clench around me and know I’m the one making you fall apart.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I taunt between breaths, heat spiraling through me, gripping him tighter because I love how it makes him shudder. Hayden Harlow…fully surrendered to this moment, and my body aching with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
He dips his head, mouth a breath from mine. “Levi…” he whispers, heavy with unspoken promises.
I shiver at the sound of my name, and tilt my head up to catch his gaze, dizzy and breathless. “Yes, Hayden?”
But instead of answering, his mouth captures mine, a surge of pure desire that leaves me weak at the knees. He deepens our kiss until it obliterates every rational thought. My hands cling to his hair desperately, itching for more of him. His touch, his mouth, his sexy-as-fuck body on mine.
When we break apart, panting and breathless, Hayden’s eyes are dark with want. “We should get out of here. Don’t you think?”
It’s not a question, not really. More of an invitation. Intoxicating in its simplicity, the weight of it coiled tight between us.
I pull back to look at him. My pulse is racing so fast it’s almost concerning. He’s flushed, hair a mess from where my fingers hadbeen knotted moments before. The normally sharp edges of his expression are softened and unguarded.
I swallow hard. “Yeah,” I whisper, barely audible. “That’s areallygood idea.”
He threads our fingers together, intimate and earned, not letting go as he weaves us through the crowd. His touch burns into my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The cold air does nothing to cool the heat simmering between us. We don’t say much as we walk. Don’t need to. Hayden’s thumb traces slow circles against the back of my hand, and with every step, the tension stretches thin.
When we reach his building, he turns to face me. There’s a question in his eyes as we climb the stairs, like he’s weighing everything he’s about to give. Like this fragile thing between us will break the second we cross that threshold. I squeeze his hand again when we reach the landing, hoping it says what I can’t:You’re safe with me.
Without another word, he unlocks the door and pulls me inside.
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, the tension between us snaps taut. The silence isn’t empty, it’s brimming. Thick with want, charged with something I don’t have language for. Hayden steps into the space beside me, his movements careful. Measured. As if to give me a second to change my mind.
I don’t.
I step forward instead, finding his mouth again. He responds instantly, his hands sliding to my waist and tugging me closer. Our kiss deepens, heat blooming in my chest, in my fingertips, everywhere. There’s intention behind everything he does. Like he’s been holding back since the moment we met and finally,finally, he’s letting himself want something. Someone.
Me.
One second, we’re in the doorway; the next, we’re a frantictangle of teeth and tongues, yanking at our clothes like they’ve personally offended us. Jackets hit the floor. His belt clinks. My shirt is halfway up my chest before he rips it off entirely. We’re chasing bare skin like it holds the answer to every burning question. By the time we reach the bedroom, we’re breathless with laughter and gasps between kisses. He yanks his shirt over his head; I kick off my shoes. We fumble with belt loops and buttons, cursing into each other’s mouths as we struggle out of our clothes and into one another.
