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Once we arrive at his condo, I get a glimpse of the animal inside him as he presses me against the wall of his foyer and slams his mouth to mine, lips firm and punishing in a claiming kiss. Like he couldn’t wait another second to taste me, and the pent-up edging from the car ride drove him wild.
Then he growls into my mouth while his tongue ravishes mine.
He fucking growls.
It’s hot enough to melt the panties off my body, but it’s over so fast that I wonder if I imagined it.
Pulling out of the kiss, he swipes my hair out of my face and gently caresses my cheeks, so tender and doting. “You still good, Mia? Need anything? Water? Restroom?”
Adorable.
Worrying my lower lip, I wrap my hand around his neck, keeping him close. “I’m good. Are you good?”
“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Of course he does.
“Get down here and kiss me, stud,” I simper, tugging his face to mine.
He claims my lips again, passionate like in the alley, lighting up all my senses. Of their own accord, my hands drift to his waistband to unbuckle his belt. I want that cock in my hand, my mouth, and anywhere else he wants to put it.
And I do mean anywhere.
“Ah-ah-ah. Ladies first,” he chides me, swatting my hand away. Then he scoops me into his arms.
I’m brimming over with a lustful, albeit slightly intoxicated, anticipation as he carries me out of the narrow hallway before setting me on the countertop island between the living room and kitchen. I’m not small; I’ve got curves, but they don’t seem to be slowing him down one bit.
I only have a moment to look around the modest space before he begins divesting me of my clothes, one article at a time, starting with my heels.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he holds eye contact with a brow raised. It’s not because he’s attempting to hypnotize me with those hazel eyes, but because he’s ensuring my consent every step of the way.
I nod, and he pulls it over my head.
His hands graze tentatively over my shoulders and down to my waist. “Can I touch you like this?”
“Yes, please.”
My legs spread to make room for him between my thighs, and his mouth is on mine again as he aligns our lower bodies. The sensitive skin of my inner thighs rubs against the coarse fabric of his jeans until I start to wonder if I’ll have denim burn tomorrow. Is that a thing? Like rug burn or beard burn?
He’s anexceptionalkisser. A mix of tenderness and fire with every nip and teasing smack of his lips and swipe of his tongue. As our passion unfurls, his hands grow more insistent. Until now, he’s been treating me like I’m fragile or made of glass. And now, the bite of his fingertips fiercely digging into my hips is what has me nearly begging for him to fuck me already.
I unclasp my bra and toss it to the floor, hoping he gets the hint that I’m a sure thing.
He bends to place petal soft kisses over the swell of each breast. “You’re so beautiful, Mia.”
“You can stop with the flattery now. You’ve already got me here with half my clothes off.”
“This isn’t flattery. You’re stunning, and I’m worshipping at your altar.”
I want to laugh at his cheesiness, but he’s kicking things up a notch and rubbing his cock against my center as we writhe together more ardently. Then his lips return to mine while one hand plucks my nipple and the other slides up my thigh, inching under my skirt.
“Yes, touch me,” I beg, breaking the kiss once his fingers graze the fabric of my panties, teasing my pulsing clit.
He places the palm of his hand between my breasts, pressing gently and guiding me slowly to the counter. “Let me taste you.” There’s a touch more dominance in his tone. Almost like he wants to boss me around, yet he’s holding back.
I obey and am rewarded by the swift removal of my skirt and panties. Right when I think he’s about to bury his face between my thighs, he freezes.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
