“Do you want to—” he started,then trailed off.
I checked my watch. Almost noon. Rory could be up any minute. Could get called in early.
Fuck it.
“Yes,” I said, and kissed him again before doubt could catch up. I lined myself up with him, our bodies rubbing together through our shorts, friction building fast.
“You’re such a good kisser,” he whispered against my mouth.
The praise hit low, right at the base of my spine, heat flooding my body as he took my face in his hands and showed me exactly how much he meant it.
He felt so fucking good. It had been so long since I’d felt anything like this—hell, nothing had ever felt like this. Everything about him turned me on to an alarming degree, and whatever restraint I’d had dissolved completely with him.
His hands slid down, over my ribs, my back, until they caught at the hem of my shirt. My hips ground into his, keeping the motion going, and one rougher push tipped him over the edge, his hands slipping under the fabric, grabbing my ass hard.
“So fucking hot,” he said.
The friction between us climbed fast—a little too fast. His desperate kisses, the firm grip on my skin, the way his hands urged me to move more and more—everything blurred together, fanning the flames between us.
Then he rolled his hips up into mine, just a fraction quicker, and that was it. Pleasure crashed through me before I could even think to stop it.
“Oh, f-fuck—”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried—and failed—to hold back as I came against him. My hips stilled, and I buried my face in his neck, teeth clenched around a groan that still slipped out.
I stayed there, panting against his skin, while my body slowly caught up with reality. Thoughts crept back in one by one.
And with them, mortification.
Danny’s hands slid out of my shorts. “Did you just…”
Kill me.
“Come?”
Absolutely fucking end me.
A strangled groan tore out of me, my face burning as he chuckled.
“Hey, come here,” he said, fingers brushing my jaw, trying to coax me up.
I shook my head.
Another chuckle—softer this time. It helped that he still sounded a little out of breath.
“Please?” His voice dipped, gentle enough that I couldn’t make myself deny him.
I leaned my weight on my forearms and looked down at him, his hands warm on my cheeks. He didn’t look disappointed. Just flushed. Amused.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “I was about two more grinds away from coming myself.”
My jaw clenched as I looked away.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He nudged my chin until I faced him again. Those green eyes were open, earnest. “And it’s really hot how into me you are.”
The grin he gave me almost pulled a smile out of me too, my breathing finally starting to slow—
When my bedroom door burst open.
