I arch a brow.“On what?”
Her smirk deepens as she leans in, just close enough that her breath brushes my lips.“On how fast you can get that Uber and get me undressed.”
Fuck.
That’s what she meant about going home?Wait, what?
Home = undressing = TONIGHT?
Am I dead?
Did I die?I didn’t didn’t I?She murdered me and this is my brain trying to create a better memory before I give in to oblivion.
I grin, my pulse pounding against my ribcage as her palm skims my thigh, driving the point straight to my brain—and everywhere else.
Okay, I don’t care if I’m dead.RIP Joel Price.He died a happy man.
Enough talking.We’re doing this.
“Challenge accepted,” I blurt out, needing to be out of this booth and away from this club.
And I don’t waste another second.
CHAPTER31
Anna
The door barely clicks shut before Joel’s mouth is on mine.
I don’t overthink.I don’t analyze or hesitate.I just let go and give in.
Everything crashes down—the years, the distance, the stupid fucking pride that kept me from this.Fromhim.
God, we could have been doing this all along.Why weren’t we doing this all along?
His hands are everywhere, gripping, mapping, learning.Mine do the same, tracing the contours of his arms, his chest, and abs.I yank him closer, because I need him right now.
I need him like air because I’m done suffocating without him.
He groans into my mouth as we stumble backward, bumping into walls, kicking off shoes, desperate and uncoordinated in a way that makes me laugh.We’re like two love-sick teens who are desperate for our next fix.
Only, it’s ourfirstfix.
The first of many, I have a feeling.
Joel pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, his breath unsteady.“What’s funny, Ace?”
I shake my head, lips still tingling—body absolutely humming.“You.”
He smirks, but it’s softer this time, like he’s seeing something new in me.“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And then I raise my palms to his cheeks and kiss him again.Because I can.
His hands find my hips, sliding under my shirt, dragging me against him.God his hands feel so good.It’s like he knows exactly how to light my body up.
I feel every inch of him, and fuck—this isn’t just heat.It’ssomething else.Something bigger.Something so,somuch bigger.