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Instead, I yank him into me, wrapping myself around his body, fusing our mouths together.
Yes. I can do this. Just once. No names, no commitments.
How hard can it be?
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CHAPTER THREE
Avery
I’ll be damned. This girl’s as fiery as her luscious ginger waves.
Which are currently tickling my cheeks and forearms.
Because she’s wrapped around my body, crushing herself to me. Her fingers are tangled in my hair, her legs an anchor around my waist, holding me tight. I back her into the wall so I can press myself right into her, feel the lick of every flame pouring off her skin, igniting mine.
Her succulent lips move hungrily against mine, and when my teeth find her bottom lip, she rips her mouth away and tips her head back against the brick, panting.
“Stop fucking biting me,” she growls.
“I think you like it.” I nip her again, because I’m an asshole, and I enjoy the way she grinds her hips into mine, like she can’t get enough.
Tugging her face up to mine, I devour her mouth, my tongue sweeping inside, fighting for control, something she’s not willing to relinquish easily. She tastes amazing, like citrus fruit and beer, but there’s a hint of bite on her plump lips, like mint.
“You put up a good fight,” I breathe into her mouth. I can’t stop kissing her, can’t pull away. One minute of kissing and I’ve never been so wrapped up in a girl. “All ten minutes of it.”
Her teeth tug at my lower lip. “Stop talking. Use your mouth for the only thing it’s good for.”
I chuckle darkly and drag my mouth off hers, nipping along the edge of her jaw while she writhes and groans beneath me. When I find her ear, my tongue flicks out, tasting the soft spot just beneath it. “My mouth is good for so much more than just kissing that pretty pink pout of yours.”
I’m insatiable, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, along her collarbone. She’s fucking delectable.
She’s wearing this amazing dress, all dark green silk that matches perfectly with those lush forest eyes of hers. I follow the dip of the plunging neckline down to her cleavage and press my teeth into the swell of her breast. I want her naked, but that can’t happen here.
“Come home with me,” I murmur against her creamy skin. She smells like strawberries, just like her hair. “Please.”
She lets out a load moan when my hands slide along her thighs and slip underneath her dress. I grip her hips, feeling the lace that hugs her there. I want to see it, and then I want to peel it off her.
“No.” The breathless way she says it isn’t convincing. I’ve already won her over once; I can definitely do it again.
“I want you. I wanna bury myself inside you and fucking feel you.”
“No.” I’ll give it to her, the word is firmer this time around. But the way she grinds herself against my cock, which is now fully erect, begging to be set free from the confines of my jeans, tells a different story.
My head dips with a deep belly groan. “Please,” I beg. I’m absolutely not above begging, not for this girl. Who I hardly know. Shit.
I’m not bothered that I’m about to fuck a beautiful girl I don’t know. I do that often enough. I’m bothered that I’m begging for a girl I don’t even know. What the hell is that about?
But still, I keep going.
“Let me show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real man.” Capturing her mouth, my tongue dives inside, massaging hers. “’Cause that piece of shit ex was just a boy.”
My stomach lurches when she whimpers into my mouth, the voice in my head telling me she likely doesn’t need the reminder. I can only guess what the kind of deception she’s had forced upon her does to a person.
My best guess is that she’s feeling a little less than, which is bullshit, because she’s not. She’s perfect; fuck any guy that’s ever made her feel any other way.
But she still hasn’t answered me.
