I slam her back against the door and let my hand rest against the delicate skin of her throat. Her pulse picks up excitedly. “Is this okay?” I breathe against the shell of her ear.
She eagerly nods her head. “I like being choked a little,” she responds eagerly. A blush washes across her cheeks, but her pulse thrums against my fingers.
“Tap my shoulder twice if it’s ever too hard,” I growl, tighteningmy hold on her slightly. I gently tilt her head to the side and scrape myteeth along her exposed skin before clamping down on the soft spot between her shoulder and neck.
She moans, and I nearly come undone.
I let my hands drift down until I hit the fabric of her top. I trace the edge of her corset and can’t help myself. I need to seemore of her. If I’m going to hell, I want to live in this sinful moment for as long as possible. I should never have followed her in here, and I make myself a half-hearted promise never to put her or myself in a position like this again, but now that we’re here, I can’t stop. I feel like if I stop—if I let her go—I’ll never know happiness again. I have never, in my life, felt infatuated with someone until Summer Nyx, and I have the awful feeling that I never will again.
I let my fingers slowly find their way into the top of her corset,and I tug, but it doesn’t budge. A frustrated growl escapes my throat, andshe lets out a breathy laugh. “It’s a corset. Sam tied me in so tight I can barely breathe.”
“How do I get it off?” I plead.
“Once this thing comes off, it is never going back on,” she responds with another laugh.
“Fine by me.” I smirk.
I watch her resist the urge to roll her eyes. “And what do you think I’d wear out of this bathroom?”
“I’d give you my shirt.”
The image of her in nothing but my shirt makes my cock so hard it aches.
She loses the battle against rolling her eyes. “Stop talking,” she says before pulling me back to her.
Her fingers deftly unbutton the buttons on my shirt as I bite her lip for a second time. She pushes both my shirt and jacket off my shoulders, where they land in a crumpled heap on the bathroom floor. Under any other circumstance, I’d be appalled with my clothes touching the undoubtedly dirty floor, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
Her hands slip under theSupermanT-shirt—borrowed from Jared—and the soft pads of her fingers trace the planes of my abs, making me shiver. Her hands run up to grasp my neck, pulling my mouth firmly against hers. I moan into her mouthas she scrapes her fingernailsagainst the bare skin of my chest and stomach. My hands trail along the curves of her ass, the silk fabric of her skirt cool and slick against my grip.
“You and your damn skirts,” I growl before dropping to my knees in front of her. My hands are sliding up the bare skin of her legs, reaching her thighs, and pushing the soft material of her skirt up when she stops me.
“Not here,” she gasps out. I can see her battling with her desires as she bites down hard on her bottom lip. She wants this. Wants me. But I can admit that the first time I eat her out, I want her tangled up in my sheets, screaming my name where no one else can hear. I want the sound of her climax all to myself. Just the idea of anyone else hearing her makes my blood boil.
“Take me home,” she says breathlessly. “Take me home, or I’m leaving with Matt.”
It feels like a bucket of ice water gets dumped over my head.
“No, you won’t,” I snap back.
I can see her frustration in the tight set of her jaw as she responds. “Just because you’re not man enough to finish the job, doesn’t mean I can’t find someone else who is.”
My hands grip her thighs as I lift her into the air. She lets out a surprised squeal as I press her back into the unforgiving door, and her breath catches as the hardest part of me rests against the most sensitive part of her.
I thrust against her, and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Her tongue wrestles with mine as she meets my thrusts, rubbing against me, causing a tight knot of pleasure to form at the base of my spine.
I let one of my hands travel up her toned stomach before harshly gripping onto her breast, wanting her to feel it through the stiff material of her corset. Her head falls backward, eyes fluttering shut in response. I run my thumb over the spot where her nipple should be, and she arches her back.
I’m going to come in my fucking pants. The embarrassing thought flits through my brain as she continues writhing against me. That sort of thing hasn’t happened since high school, but if any woman could make me finish preemptively like that, it would be Summer.
She continues moving, rubbing herself against me, faster and faster. I yank her skirt up, letting my fingers dig into the skin of her bare ass cheeks. I let out a sound of pure animal satisfaction when my fingertips meet the delicate lace of her thong. I yank on it, hearing the fabric rip.
I’m just about to let my hand explore the spot between her thighs when a small, surprised moan escapes her lips. Tremors wrack her body, her legs tighten around my waist, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream. I freeze. “Did you just?”
“Shh,” she hushes me, placing a trembling hand over my mouth as she squeezes her eyes shut. “It’s been a while.” Embarrassment colors her cheeks, and I can’t help but push some of that golden hair behindher ear. Her eyes remain closed, refusing to look at me.
I bite down on the skin of her palm, and she pulls her hand back, hissing at me. I slowly lower her to the ground. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say quietly, trying to get her to meet my eyes.
