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Haven’s teeth dragged over her lower lip and her eyes held a dazzling sexiness that smoldered with desire. “Are we in a hurry?” And that voice . . . fuck it was laced with graveled innocence.
I groaned, then held out my hand and she took it. Fuck, that was nice. “Yeah.” A hurry to kiss her again. A hurry to have her against me. A hurry not be under the watchful eye of students, a professor and a bodyguard.
I tugged her out of there so fast, although tugging may have been an exaggeration because once Haven was on her feet, she followed beside me with just as much urgency and that right there was a huge turn on.
Haven was fuckin’ mine.
Haven gave herself to me.
I made it through the building, outside to the stairs and around the corner before I pushed her against the brick wall, my thigh parting her legs so I could stand between them, hand at the nape of her neck, the other on her hip.
There were no words as we both panted and stared at one another before our mouths crashed together. And it was a crash. It was teeth hitting, and noses getting in the way and lips crushed.
My head tilted as I eased up for a second, our mouths finding their way against one another and molding into a passionate urgency that put all other kisses to shame.
This was what it was about. The feeling as if your heart beat right out of your chest and into theirs. Like you couldn’t take another breath without them. As if everything inside united and there were no questions. No uncertainties.
It was nature finding its path and we were on it.
“Baby.” I groaned as she gave in to my bruising kiss. There was no holding back with her and I’d always thought I’d have to be gentle and slow, but Haven’s need was as strong as mine.
Her hand wrapped in my hair at the back of my head and kept me locked to her lips, not that I was going anywhere. Her other hand was pressed into my lower back and then slid down to my ass.
Holy fuck.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her hand away, but I felt her smile beneath my lips as she moved it back the moment I let her arm go and she squeezed my ass.
“Fuck.” I tore from her arms, staggering back. My cock hurt so fuckin’ badly that it was a grenade with the pin pulled and I was not going to be some tool who came in his jeans.
When I looked at her with red lips, eyes flaming with heat, the messed up hair, it didn’t help. “Damn it. We have to stop.”
She smiled and yeah, that didn’t do much for my aching cock because Haven smiling was like being handed her soul in the palm of her hand.
Then she held out that hand.
I hesitated.
“My room or yours?” she asked.
“Huh?”
She raised her brows. “I want to feel all of you, Vincent.”
Holy Jesus. I came a little bit and thanked fuck I wasn’t going commando. “Haven, this is all new and maybe we should take it slowly.” Not really, but I wasn’t doing anything to fuck this up and this was what girls wanted, right? Go slow. Date. Kiss. Fool around. Long-term building shit.
She walked toward me, hand still outstretched. “We’ve been going slowly for months.” She linked her fingers with mine and stepped into me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I swear her nipples were hard and aching just like my cock. “I told you my darkest secrets. You’re still here.”
“I’d never leave you,” I said a little annoyed.
She lightly kissed me and our lips stuck for a second as she drew back again. But she wasn’t done and stood on her tiptoes and kissed the crease right between my eyes. “I’m going to call you Vincent when we have sex.”
My breath left me. Sucked right from my lungs and vanished. I’d fucked a lot of chicks, too many to count; shit, half of them I couldn’t even remember fucking. But none . . . none ever had called me Vincent. Because they were fucking the guitarist, the rock star, the band member, and even in high school I was Crisis. But no chick I’d fucked called me ‘Vincent’ and I finally knew why.
Vincent had been saved for her.
WE FELL ONTO his bed, me beneath him, our mouths locked, hands all over one another, desperate and unrestrained desire feeding us both.
There was nothing said on the way back to the condo, but our hands remained linked, even while he shifted gears. The power vibrating in the engine, the sound of his harsh breath and the movement of his arm flexing, all of it dispersed every destructive thought associated with sex and replaced them with new ones—with him.
Vincent.
“Vincent,” I repeated his name aloud as his hands pulled my shirt off then slid slowly down my sides, shivers sparking all across my inflamed skin.
His mouth stole his name from passing my lips again. The velvet touch of his tongue swept into my mouth. Every particle in my body blazed in a heated inferno of desire, blood rushing through my veins, legs quivering on either side of him as he lay settled between my legs.
His cock pressed between my legs and the pulse in my clit throbbed faster with the pressure against it. It vibrated right through me like an echo of a drum and I squirmed beneath him, trying to move. Arch into it. I never thought I’d want that. Sex had always been cruel and vile and hurt like hell.
But none of this was like that.
“Baby.” He shifted to the side and the pressure was gone.
It was a relief and a disappointment. I sucked in gasps of air, trying to settle the urgency that was driving my body.
“You still good with this?” He sat up on his knees and my hands drifted from his chest to his thighs. “I don’t want to rush this—us.”
