I didn’t.
Just that little taste, I’d told myself.
Lotta good that did me. One taste was never gonna be enough.
I was done.
Done trying to be a good man.
Done trying to keep some distance.
Done fighting it.
So was she. ’Cause as soon as I pulled in front of my house, her door was open before I came to a complete stop.
I held it together long enough to walk inside and lock the door behind us.
That was it.
I moved to grab her, but Lo beat me to it. Her soft tits smashed against my stomach as she reached up to thread her fingers through my hair and tug me down to her. My own hand repaid the favor by fisting the hair at the back of her head. I stooped lower to palm the center of her ass to grind her body against mine. She lifted onto her toes, letting out a cry I swallowed down.
I kept my hold as I walked her backward till we reached my bedroom—my real one, not the spare room I’d been using.
I tore my mouth away from hers to bite her jaw. Lick her neck. Skim my lips against her cheek. “You want this?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I didn’t know if that was thanks to a night of keeping her on the edge or just a fact. And for whatever reason, it mattered to me.
I wanted her to want me. Not ’cause I was the closest option. Not ’cause I was the lucky dick available for use. Not ’cause I had her built up and desperate.
I wanted her desperate for me.
Fuckin’ gagging for me.
Only me.
’Cause that was sure as fuck what I felt for her.
Spinning her in my arms, I wrapped an arm around her and shoved my hand under her shirt and bra to palm her tit.
Christ, it’s even softer than I imagined.
Her nipple hardened instantly, and I practically broke my own wrist to roll it between my fingers. My other hand worked on her jeans, undoing them and pushing into the constrained space.
A groan rumbled up my chest, and pre-cum leaked steadily from my dick till I worried I would come. “Soaked. You’re fuckin’ sopping, aren’t you? Just a needy little mess.”
She whimpered, and it sounded even better in real life than through the speaker I’d been a damn genius for having Mayhem turn on.
“Do you need me to make you come?”
A nod that she backed up by clutching my wrist like she thought I would try to remove it. I’d have to be outta my damn head to move when I had heaven in the literal palm of my hand.
“I can do that, baby. Just get you off with my fingers and tongue.”
“Then?” she asked in a wobbly voice.
“Then nothing. Is that what you want?”
