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I give her a slow smile. “But I have. We drove to my place together with you by my side for anyone to see.” I shrug. “And it doesn’t matter that we didn’t run into anyone.”
She arches an eyebrow and slides her arms around me. “Maybe I’d have ducked.”
“Only if you were putting your head in my lap.” It doesn’t matter what we’re talking about; we always seem to settle into easy teasing. Maybe it’s from years of knowing each other, and there aren’t that many surprises between us. Or maybe it’s because we spent years bickering to disguise our feelings for each other.
Whatever it is–it feels right.
“Well….” Her eyes dance as she slips her hands under my T-shirt and skims her palms and fingertips along my flesh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and heat. “I guess I can make up for it now.”
“Nah….” I frown and shake my head as I slide one hand along her jawline and grasp her neck, loving the feel of her pulse beating erratically against my palm. “It wouldn’t be the same. Where’s the thrill of someone catching us?”
Her mouth forms a wide grin as her fingers make deft work of the button and zipper. “I can open the door if you’re feeling like being an exhibitionist.”
“I don’t think my mom’s heart can take it.” I grasp her wrist before she can clasp my pulsating shaft. “And I know I can’t handle it.”
The pulse under my palm jumps. “I love you, Cole.”
“I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I place my lips against hers and slowly breath her in, sucking on her bottom lip and teasing her tongue with mine. She scrapes her fingernails along my back, but I don’t intensify our embrace. I want to savor her. Prove to her how much she means to me.
I slowly pull back and meet her glistening gaze. “Come to bed with me. I want you to enjoy every touch, every caress, and every swipe of my tongue until you’re writhing in ecstasy.”
“Writhing?”
“Yes, writhing.”
“I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” She snaps the deadbolt shut. “I’m not in the mood for exhibitionism today either.”
We stride side by side up the stairs and to the bedroom. I don’t want to tell her my parents and sister have a key to the deadbolt as well as the main lock. Hell, her brothers also have a key. But if I told her, that might ruin the mood. And I’m doing nothing to ruin the mood tonight.
I inhale her scent as we ascend. She smells like a flower and tastes like heaven. The trek to the bedroom seems longer than ever. My hands itch to claim and demand that she’s mine. With the next step, her breasts bounce seductively under her T-shirt, causing my hands to ball into fists. I don’t want another man lusting her. The thought makes me angry at the most basic level. Rick. That asshole.
“What was up with Rick?”
Her mouth curls upward. “Why? Were you jealous he was talking to me?”
I stop, grasp her chin, and turn her face toward me. “Damn straight, I’m jealous. If he touches you again, I’m cutting his fingers off. What was he talking about?”
“He said we looked good in the photo.”
“Asshole.” My teeth grind together as I thread my fingers through her hair. “I both love and loathe that photo shoot. Do you think Layla will trash the pictures because I don’t want anyone else seeing your nearly naked body but me.”
“Cole….” She rests her hands on my chest. “It’s us together. And it’s clear as day that we’re more than two professionals taking pictures together. The intimacy and connection are not something that can be faked. Yes, other people will see them, but it doesn’t matter. They’re seeing us as a couple, not us as two individuals.”
“Fine,” I growl, dropping my hand and returning to our original quest–getting upstairs and making her mine. Forever. I don’t believe a word of what she says. Any man that sees her in those photos is going to imagine fucking her. But she’s right. They aren’t, so it doesn’t matter what they wish would happen.
When we step onto the landing, I pull her into my arms and press her against the wall. “Damn it, I want to take my time with you, but I can’t keep my hands off you. Seeing you.” I kiss her lips. “Smelling you.” I inhale the scent of her perfume and shampoo while ignoring the stale smoke and fried food smells from the bar until I’m dizzy with it. “Tasting you.”
She eagerly offers her mouth and jams her hands into my hair. Fuck. I growl into her mouth as she straddles my thigh and grinds her clit into my leg.
It doesn’t take any additional encouragement for me to lose control. My hands make quick work of her clothes, tossing them onto the floor and caressing every inch of her gorgeous skin, from her breasts to her thighs. But the more I touch, the less satisfied I am. I break away, lift her until she’s cradled in my arms, and march to the bed. Her eyes glow with desire as she licks her plump, wet lips.
“Jesus, Pip, I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you.”
“Then, you should have me. I don’t need sweet and romantic. I just want you. I want you desperate and out of control. I want you to overwhelm me. To make me shatter into pieces and then patch me back together again.”
“That, I can do.” I drop her onto the bed, joining her and tasting every inch of her body, teasing her breasts, watching her belly jump as I tease lower to her apex. I drink in her musky scent as I spread her wide, dropping her bent knees to the mattress. And then, I devour.
Her whimpers and moans spur me higher as I continue my quest to drive her wild. She arches her hips off the bed, shoving her pussy into my face and twisting my hair until she leads me to her core. Her juices coat my tongue. The more I taste her, the more frenzied her whimpers become until they nearly bust the windows.
