“I, uh.” She shakes her head, looking for something to say.
I’m just as lost for words as she is.
Her brown eyes look almost black in the dark, but as she steps forward, I can see her pupils dilate.
I know that I should turn around, give her some lame excuse that I was just making sure she fell asleep all right, and then I should go back to the couch and try my best to pretend like she isn’t sleeping in the next room over.
But I can’t. I fucking can’t.
We reach for each other at the same time.
My lips slam into hers before our tongues battle for dominance. My fingers tangle in her still-damp hair, and her hands rake down my back.
And fuck me, but she still somehow tastes like apples.
“Tell me to stop,” I breathe into her mouth as her deft fingers work the buttons on my shirt. “If I get my hands on you… on your naked body, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she sighs against my lips before pushing my shirt off my shoulders.
“All I could fucking think about out there was if you were naked under this T-shirt,” I rasp out, fisting the black material in my hands and pulling her closer to me, eliciting a tiny gasp from her lips.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks as I back her up toward the bed. “Don’t you want to know?”
She collapses on the bed, and I’m on top of her and kissing her again before she can say anything else.
I rip the T-shirt off of her, and she is absolutely, gloriously, naked in my arms. “I fucking knew it,” I breathe before crushing her against me and claiming her lips with mine. My hands roam over her body, unable to stop in just one place. My fingers trail down her neck, across her collarbone, over her breast, and down her ribs before gripping her hips. Her skin is so soft and practically glows in the city lights that shine through my bedroom window. “You’re so beautiful,” I sigh into her mouth.
She flushes pink in the dim lighting but pulls my hips flush against hers. She moans at the feeling of me against the most sensitive part of her—nothing between us but the fabric of my pants.
She feels like heaven against me.
Oh, I am fucked. Absolutely fucked.
17
SUMMER
This is a bad idea.Such a bad idea.
But I can’t stop myself.
There’s hardly anything between us, and all I want is more. I’m addicted to these stolen moments we keep finding ourselves in. I know the risk. I know the possible repercussions, but I don’t care.
He bites my lower lip, and I moan. My hands fumble with his belt, and he lets out a small chuckle against my neck before he bites it and kisses the sting away.
“Do not leave another fucking hickey on my neck,” I warn. This was already a tremendously bad idea; there’s no reason to leave evidence of it for others to question.
“Oh, I’d never dream of it, Ms. Nyx,” he breathes against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Even if the idea of everyone knowing you’re mine makes me want to mark you every single day for the rest of your life,” he growls.
And I didn’t think it was possible, but I can feel myself getting wetter at his words.Why is the idea of him owning me so hot? It shouldn’t be. Right?
I manage to get his pants unbuttoned before he slowly kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. I arch my back in response, encouraging him to go where I need him most.
“No hickeys on your neck,” he mumbles against the sensitive skin of my abdomen. “What about elsewhere?”
“Mhm,” I hum, unable to think, nonetheless answer him when his mouth is so close to my core that I can feel his hot breath against my thighs. I close my eyes and bask in the sensation of his lips on my skin.
“I’ll take that as a resounding yes,” he says, amused. He nips the inside of my thigh, causing me to let out a surprised squeak, before he sucks on the skin, thoroughly marking me where no one else can see.
