When at last she registered that I didn’t look mad or surprised, she let out a pent-up breath and shook her head.
“You knew?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“I suspected.” She sagged an inch in my arms, and I strengthened my hold on her.
She bit her lip, her eyes glistening once again. “I thought it would just be a mindless hookup,” she said. “But it wasn’t. It was so much more. And then I realized I turned away from you because I was afraid of exactly that. I was afraid of feeling too much, but who am I kidding?” She lifted her hands to place them on my chest. My balls tightened at the intimate contact.
“It’s too late for that.”
Her lips crashed with mine in a ruinous kiss, and the world tilted under my feet. I knew there would be no going back from this, and I was more than ready. I had walked her to the edge of the cliff, and instead of pulling back, she was suggesting we take a running start.
I slammed her back against the door, the hinges rattling in protest but summarily ignored. My forearms bracketed the sides of her head, boxing her in, so that the only thing she could see and sense was me.
Her fingers clutched my shirt like it was a lifeline, but that was a fucking lie. We were jumping off with no parachute.
I took a half step back to tear off my shirt, and her hands quickly found their spot on my chest again. She ran her index finger down the line between my pecs.
“You’re not too warm anymore,” she whispered, her eyes glued to my skin.
“I have a feeling that’s about to change,” I told her and closed the distance between us.
We were at war with our tongues, and when she let out a tiny groan into my mouth, it was like a bomb going off. I jerked away from her, my mind running into overdrive from wild, desperate need.
She flicked her eyes across my face and licked her lips in anticipation.
“I’m going to fuck you on the carpet until your knees are raw,” I growled.
If some part of me was still worried I’d scare her off, that part died a happy death when she pressed every inch of herself against me, signaling her agreement. This close to each other, she had to crane her neck to look at me, the stark difference in our sizes making me so very curious about all the ways we’d fit. When she curled her fingers through my beard and tugged on it, I grunted like a goddamn caveman and lifted her off the ground.
Her ass was firm under my palms, no doubt the product of countless hours at the gym, and I kneaded the taut flesh between my fingers as I carried her to the living room. My dick was pressed against her groin, and she rolled her hips, my sweatpants doing nothing to dampen the movement. I hissed at the contact, and she intensified her movements, clearly intent on making me drop her on the fucking floor.
I shoved the coffee table away so hard it crashed into the wall, magazines and remote controls sliding off in a flurry. Adeline tried to look at the damage, but I pulled one hand away from her ass, forcing her to clutch my shoulders even more tightly, and brought her face back to me.
“Your eyes. On me. The entire fucking time.”
She nodded, her face flushed. I sank onto the floor and let her slide off my knees, her ass banging lightly against the ground. I took her—my—shirt off only to discover she wasn’t wear a bra underneath. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. She sank onto her back, pliant under my touch, and arched until my mouth had found a nipple.
The whimpering sounds she made as I sucked and nibbled my way across her chest were fascinating. The contrast between her soft breasts and firm body was exquisite. I wanted to spend endless hours exploring all of her, committing every detail to memory.
Her hands found my shoulders, and she tried to push me lower.
“What do you want?” I growled, a hard bud still in my mouth.
She groaned and pushed harder. I didn’t move an inch.
“Words. Use them.”
She gave me an exasperated look. “I want you to eat me out.”
My hips crashed into hers with enough force to elicit a cry. “Gladly.”
I made fast work of her jeans, pulling them off with her underwear so she lay completely bare before me.
I took a moment to appreciate the fine lines of her body, the two lines that framed her abdominals, the curve of her waist, and the heaviness of her breasts. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and that realization hit me hard in the chest.
“Are you waiting for something in particular, or should I go ahead and get a snack?” she asked breathlessly and cocked a brow.
I growled, descending onto her. “I’ll give you a snack soon enough.”
