Page 70 of Burning For You

It was answer enough.

“So will I,” he said.

Then he kissed her.

Not tentative. Not rushed.

Like a decision.

He kissed her like he’d already waited too long.

Whatever restraint he’d been clinging to snapped the second her hands fisted in his shirt again, pulling him closer instead of pushing him back. Her mouth opened under his, a soft sound slipping free that went straight through him.

From his gut to his dick.

In seconds he was straining at his jeans and impatient to get them off.

He got the answer he needed. He could live with whatever tomorrow brought.

This was it.

The world narrowed to heat and breath and the way she fit against him like he always knew she would. Like she’d been waiting just as long.

He didn’t slow it down. He couldn’t.

And it didn’t look as if she was going to let him with the way his shirt and sweatshirt were both lifted up and over his head at once.

Her eyes landed on his chest, moving over him in a slow appreciation.

He let her look. He let her stare. Then he let her finger run down the center, between his nipples, over his ribs, around his belly button and halting right at the top of his jeans. Not questioning if she could continue, but more like a tease of what was to come.

He stopped her then. Not here. Not in her living room.

His hand slid to her jaw, the other to her waist, and he kissed her deeper, harder, urgency thrumming through every nerve. She answered him without hesitation, rising onto her toes, pressing into him as if distance itself offended her.

“The bedroom,” she murmured against his mouth.

It was as if she’d read his mind.

He didn’t respond with words. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he scooped her up, her surprised laugh dissolving into another breathless kiss as her arms flew around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist without thinking, instinctive and trusting, and that alone nearly undid him.

“I could have walked,” she teased softly.

“Not a chance,” he muttered, already moving.

He took the hallway too fast, his shoulder brushing the wall, his steps sure but hurried. Every second felt stolen, like if he paused even for a heartbeat this might disappear.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot harder than he thought, making it bang into the wall behind it, then crossed the room in two long strides, lowering her onto the edge of the bed but not letting go, not even for a second.

Her hands were everywhere now. His shoulders, his neck, his jaw. It was as if she needed to make sure he was real. As if she was afraid he might vanish if she blinked.

He hovered over her, their foreheads pressed together, both of them breathing hard.

“You’re sure?” he asked, low and steady despite the fire roaring through him.

“Yes,” she said instantly, fingers gripping his waistband and yanking him closer, making him almost lose his balance and have to brace on the bed not to crush her. “God, yes. Condoms in my bathroom if you don’t have one.”