Page 48 of Vow

“But someone will eventually,” he countered, “and that someone won’t be me. That’s what kills me.”

Fuck him.

Fuck him for doing that to her.

For saying that.

Fuck her, too, for being this weak.

Without thought, she spun away from the door, and moved down the steps. Andino didn’t move until she was right in front of him, and leaning in close. Only then did he reach out to grab her, but she was already making her next choice.

The next fucking mistake.

It could only be a mistake, after all.

With the way they were going?

How they would end?

Of course, it was a mistake.

In one second, she was kissing Andino on the bottom of her steps. And in the next breath, the two of them were inside the house, and one of them had slammed the door. It was hard to think when his lips were on hers. It was impossible to make good choices when his hands were snaking under her clothes, and those rough palms of his were touching her in all the right places.

One hand tugging at her jeans harshly. The other, palming her breast after pushing her lace bra away. It was his fingertips tweaking her hardened nipple into a firm peak that made her pull away from their kiss just long enough to gasp.

He didn’t seem to mind.

His mouth went to her neck instead.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her skin. “Can’t fucking get enough of you.”

His hand had gotten her pants undone, although how, she wasn’t fucking sure. All she knew was that his hand was in her pants, and stroking her overtop her lace panties in the best way. He knew how to work her body with the least amount of goddamn effort to get her crazy, and ready to beg. She never understood how he did that.

“Wet already, Haven.” His tongue struck out against the hollow of her throat as his fingers slipped under the gusset of her panties. “You want my fingers, baby? My fingers, and my mouth, and then my cock? How do you want me?”

Wasn’t it obvious?

“Oh, my God,” she whined. “All of it.”

Was a flat surface close?

Fucking anywhere?

Andino’s hand ripped away from her body at the same time his mouth did. Haven didn’t get the chance to voice her disapproval over his loss because in the next breath, she was in his arms. He moved through her house like he’d done it a million times before. He climbed the stairs with fast steps all the while kissing her when she threaded her fingers through his hair, and pulled him in for another.

She wanted more of him.

More of his taste.

And then his kiss was gone, too.

Haven felt the way her body dropped through the air when he let her go. A brief moment in time when she felt suspended before her back hit the bed. Andino didn’t even give her time to realize what had happened entirely before he was on her. Those hands of his tugging and grabbing and pulling. Dragging her to the very edge of the bed before yanking her pants down fast and hard enough to make her muscles ache.

He didn’t need to spread her wide. Not when she did it for him.

She pulled her shirt up over her head, and discarded it somewhere behind her. She had to take her eyes off him for a single second to do it, which was a fucking shame. She didn’t want to miss the sight of him looking like he did right then.

All wild, green eyes trained on her. Coming for her. A muscled, firm body leaning over hers as he loosened his tie, tugged his shirt open, and she got a good eyeful of his chest and the path of lickable abs leading down to the hard-cut V of his groin. He discarded that shirt and tie on the bed, and popped open his pants with a flick of his hand against the button.