He. Fucking. Smells. Me.
And it makes my nipples hard and my pussy throb.
“You smell like a Hawaiian sunset,” he murmurs.
“That’s…oddly specific. Have you ever been to Hawaii?” I ask, our faces mere inches away from each other.
“No, but when I smell you, that’s how I envision it to be, sitting on the beach at a sunset, the scent of the ocean and coconuts dancing on your skin.”
A shiver sweeps through me. “I’d love to go to Hawaii.”
“You will look amazing with your hair blowing in the warm breeze, one of those big pink flowers tucked behind your ear,” he says, gently pushing a strand of hair away from my face without actually touching my skin.
“Quinn?” I murmur, angling my mouth toward his.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Not until you give me permission.”
I brush my mouth faintly across his. “Yes.”
His eyes burn into mine as he searches my face.
“I’m not gonna change my mind, Quinn. Kiss me.”
He does. His mouth slams against mine in the fiercest kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life, all while he wraps his right arm around my back, gently lifts me up, and walks me backward until he can shut the door.
My hands dive into his hair, which he styled for tonight in a mohawk.
Sexy. As. Fuck.
And it doesn’t feel as crispy as I would expect. It’s soft and feels amazing sliding through my fingers.
He coaxes my mouth open with his tongue and tastes, his hands all over my body. From my ass to my back, up to my hair. I rub myself against him like a cat, needing the friction in my most sensitive areas.
“Bedroom. Now,” I instruct, ripping my mouth from his and sucking in deep breaths of air.
Spinning me around, he walks me toward my bedroom, nipping at my lips, and trailing his mouth down my neck. He never looks where he’s going. It’s as if he just knows.
The moment we step inside my bedroom, he moves. I’m pressed against the wall and my right leg’s hitched up around his hip. The position lines us up perfectly, and as he rocks his hips and grinds against me, I moan. “Why does this feel so good?” I whisper to myself.
“It’s the Big Dick Energy,” he says, drawing a hard laugh from my lungs.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I mutter right before he claims my lips with his own once more.
“Iwasn’t the one who said it first.” He grinds against me, causing me to whimper.
“How about you put that energy into fucking me instead of talking?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a sexy little smirk.
I’m about to chastise him for calling me ma’am when he knocks all thought out of my brain with a kiss. My hands are greedy, needing to touch his skin. I grip at his tight black T-shirt, tugging it up and exposing his abs. My fingers dance across the warm flesh, savoring the feel of his muscles tightening beneath my touch.
“Clothes off.”
I do as instructed, slipping off my top, shoes, jeans, and socks. Standing in my bra and panties, I watch the show of him stripping his own clothing. His shirt is gone and his belt and fly open, but he has to sit on the edge of my bed in order to take off his boots.
