I’m hard as a fucking rock, sitting here, just thinking about her. Surviving off the wisps of the memory of her. I reach down, palming myself, biting back a groan at the feeling. I’m not jerking off on Fork’s couch, but it’s going to be painful to resist.
It was the end of the sentence. That doesn’t change because I’m horny and I’m pissed off about Morgan. It doesn’t change because she looked as remarkable as I always expect her to tonight. It surely doesn’t change that her brother would be across the hall, and our friends just a few rooms away.
But I want her.
Badly.
I think of her mouth, of the way she sank to her knees in that bathroom. I think about how she swears when she’s about to come, cursing at me like it’s my fault, and how proud I am that it is. I think of her until my feet are on the floor and I’m slowly making my way down the dark, quiet hallway. I hesitate, glancing at Fork’s door, my heart racing.
Bad idea. Turn around. He could walk out at any second.
Turn the fuck around, Boston.
I slide my eyes to her door, which has been left open by a tiny crack.
So I won’t have to knock.
Something tells me she did this just in case.
I push open the door to her room and slide inside, shutting and locking it behind me. It’s pitch black. I can’t see shit, and I don’t know the layout of this room. My heart is hammering so fucking loudly that I’m sure it’s going to wake up the house.
I don’t make it a single step before hands are sliding against my jaw. I sigh, leaning downward, finding her mouth in the darkness. I kiss her like I’ll die if I don’t. Like I can finally breathe now that I am. My hands glide around her body, pulling her close, relief washing over me.
This mouth. I could write fucking poetry about this mouth.
Her fingers slide into my hair, her tongue in my mouth. I sweep my hands under the shirt she’s wearing, pissed that it isn’t the one I left her in. I feel my skin against hers for the first time in weeks and it’s as potent as the type of drug you take a single hit of, and get addicted to for life.
She melts against me. Even as I guide her back toward her bed, she never lets go. I reach down, yanking that shirt off her body, and she tugs impatiently at my briefs while I pull my own shirt over my head.
She drags me onto the bed, pulling me on top of her naked body, and I kiss down her neck, spreading her legs open with my knees. I reach down, sliding my fingers through her.
Soaked.
Biting back a groan, I bury my face in her neck, treasuring the way her breath hitches with each stroke.
I push inside with my fingers and slap my free hand over her mouth when she moans. My adrenaline spikes at the feeling of being with her again, at the notion that we can easily be caught and it would ruin everything. It would destroy my life.
She has to force herself to be quiet this time. Shehasto. This is the riskiest thing I’ve ever done. Riskier than the plane. Her brother isrightthere. There is no room for mistakes.
She nods, like she understands what I’m thinking, and so I kiss her as a thank you. A thank you for getting it. A thank you for letting me back between these legs. A thank you for leaving that door open a crack.
I position myself between her legs now, hurriedly slipping on the condom that she tosses at my chest. I slowly breach her, ignoring the slamming of my heart against my ribs. She sucks in a big breath, and I slam my hand onto the mattress, dropping my head to keep my groan muffled.
Fuck, there is nothing like the feeling of her. Nothing.
Her hands find my jaw, thumb brushing my mouth. I lean down and kiss her, thrusting deeper.
She breathes a moan into my mouth as I pull back, slowly fucking her. Quietly fucking her. We’re hidden in the shadows. We’re a secret, being whispered in the dark. Her body moves with mine, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip, and we ride the slow wave of this—nothing fast or hurried about it.
The urge to come arrives quickly. I can only make out the outline of her, but I can feel the lines of her body, the softness of her breasts. I feel every inch and dip of her mouth as it moves against mine, and I’m lost in the warmth of her body. I’m lost in her.
She rips her mouth from mine and sucks in a breath, moving her lips to my ear. “I’m almost there.”
I press my forehead to hers. It takes a few more deep, slow strokes before she lets out a tiny, little moan and I press my mouth to hers to smother it. The way she tightens and shakes in my arms rips a groan from my throat that I force myself to swallow.
I follow behind her with the deepest, most difficult breaths that I’ve ever taken. I deserve an award for staying quiet through that. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done—no question. Harder than winning that fucking cup.
I drop my hand, catching my breath.
