“There’s a room down the hall, ma’am. It’s secure.”
She nods, smiling at him. “Perfect.”
Then she turns and walks toward the tunnel. And I follow, with my heart pounding so loud I’m sure everyone around us can hear it.
The room is some kind of office,with a desk and chairs. The door clicks shut behind us, and then we’re alone.
Fucking alone.
We stare at each other, smiling.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“Hi,” I reply.
And then we both move at once. I don’t know who reaches who first. All I know is that her mouth is on mine, my hands are on her, and two weeks of texting and wanting andwaitingfucking combust all at once.
Finally. Fucking FINALLY.
This isn’t like our first kiss. That was slow tasting, discovery. This is feral, desperate; we’re fucking each other. Lina grabs my shirt, yanking me closer. I grip her full, round hips, pulling her body flush against mine. She gasps against my mouth and I swallow the sound, fucking loving it, my tongue stroking hers, drinking her in, fucking drowning in her.
“Levi…” she breathes.
“I know.” I walk her backward until her back hits the wall. “I know, baby, I know.”
My mouth drops to her neck. I drag my lips along her throat, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. She tips her head back, giving me access, and the little moan she makes goes straight to my cock.
Mine.
“Two weeks,” I growl against her skin. “Two fucking weeks of just words and I couldn’t touch you…”
“Fuck…”
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?” My hands slide down her sides, gripping her thick, round ass. “Every night, lying in bed, thinking about you, fucking my fucking hand…”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes, I know, I was doing the same…”
Fuck.
I take her mouth again, kissing her deep and dirty. All tongue and teeth. She moans into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, my back, sliding down to grab my ass. I press my hips into hers, and shewhimperswhen she feels how hard I am.
“This what you do to me, sweetheart,” I rasp against her lips. “Feel that? That’s all you.”
“Fuck, baby…”
“Every fucking time I think about you.” I roll my hips, grinding against her, and we both groan. “In meetings. On the sideline. In the middle of the goddamn night…”
Her hand slides down my chest, my stomach. Lower.
Holy shit.
Her palm presses against the bulge in my pants, and I see fucking stars.
“Lina…”
“I want to touch you, Levi,” she whispers. “I’ve been thinking about touching you for years,” she breathes close to my ear.
“Here?” My voice cracks. “We can’t, sweetheart… someone could…”
