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Once I slip behind the wheel and start up the engine, the muscle car purrs to life and I take off, roaring out of the parking lot. It takes less than ten minutes to reach the apartment building. I slide into a space and spot her sleek silver Beamer a few rows over. Something settles inside me that she came straight home.
As I stalk through the lobby, a gaggle of drunk girls waiting for the elevator catches my attention. They turn and stare, eyes lighting up when they spot me.
Oh hell no.
Over my dead body am I getting stuck with them in an enclosed space.
Two of them call out my name as I beeline to the stairwell and jog up to the third floor. Once I reach the landing, I shove through the door and head to her apartment.
Did she really think she could avoid me after that little performance?
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
I’d tear this damn town apart with my bare hands if I had to.
I rap my knuckles against the thick wood and wait a beat and then two. When I’m greeted with silence, I do it again, a little louder this time. I’m just about to pull out my phone and call her ass when the door swings open and Carina stands on the other side of the threshold wearing nothing more than a skimpy tank top and panties.
I jerk a brow as my hungry gaze roves over her length. “You always answer the door in your underwear?”
“Yup.”
I flash a smile. “Works for me.”
It only takes a couple of steps to eat up the distance between us and then my lips are crashing onto hers. As soon as they do, she opens and my tongue thrusts inside her mouth to tangle with her own. Her sweetness floods my senses, calming the raging beast that lives inside where she’s concerned.
It’s just enough to take the edge off so I don’t fall completely apart at the seams.
Her arms tangle around my neck and my hands drop to the rounded curves of her ass, biting into the firm flesh. When I hoist her off the floor, her long legs wrap around my waist.
My mouth devours hers as I stride through the living area and then short hallway to her bedroom. I kick the door shut behind us before lowering her to the mattress and following her down. Our teeth scrape as our tongues continue to mate. Her legs tighten around me as if she’s afraid I’ll untangle myself from her, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
I can’t imagine ever getting enough of this girl, and that’s a scary thought.
Watching her up on stage, knowing every dick in the joint was having the same dirty thoughts roll through their heads made me want to jump up there and drag her away.
Carina has a presence about her. She always has. Even in high school, I enjoyed watching her dance. On stage or in the studio my father built. I’d slip inside the room and sit against the mirrored wall, silently soaking her in for hours. There was something calming about the graceful sweep of her arms and legs that never failed to soothe the teenage angst that raged inside me.
She was like taking a hit and chilling out.
My own private drug.
Even when I tried to distance myself, that proved an impossible task. Carina was always there, simmering in the back of my mind, fighting her way to the forefront by any means necessary.
My mouth trails along the curve of her jaw before drifting down the slender column of her throat. My tongue laves the delicate flesh, nipping it gently with my teeth.
The primal urge to mark her thrums through me until it’s all I can think about. If I assumed that fucking her once would dull the need burning inside me, I couldn’t have been more wrong. In fact, it’s been the complete opposite. One taste has only whetted my appetite for more. I’m not sure if it’s even possible to satiate the deep well of need that burns inside me.
Unwilling to inspect that disturbing thought more thoroughly, I rip the tank from her body and toss it over my shoulder. Her breasts are small and firm. Utterly gorgeous with pretty little nipples that tighten as the cool air of the room wafts around them. My tongue darts out to lick one perky tip before sucking it into my mouth as her fingers tunnel through my hair, curling around my skull.
“Ford,” she whimpers. “That feels so good.”
Damn right it does.
When we’re together like this, it’s electric.
More than that—it’s addictive.
