Mine sounded dirtier, lower. This was from just a kiss. What sound would she make when I slid inside her body? What sound would I?
The need to know set my entire being on edge.
Having waited for this moment didn’t make me rush through frantic kisses or groping hands. No, it had given me time to think.
Think about what I’d do to her, given the chance.
Kiss her everywhere, memorize all her sounds, taste every inch of her skin.
Take her past the edge again and again until she was spent and sated and sleepy. Then I’d take her one more time, wring every last ounce of pleasure from her body. Make up for all the days and hours I’d thought of her just like this.
I banded an arm around her lower back, my fingers splayed over the curve of her waist as I held her tight to my body. As our kiss deepened, the only thing I could hear was the furious pounding rhythm of my heart. Her hands skimmed my chest and shoulders as I dipped my knees to use my other arm under her ass to boost her up onto the island.
Her legs wrapped immediately around my waist as my hands wandered along her back and up behind her neck. The band holding all that red hair back had disappeared, and I hoped she never fucking found it again.
All that thick, silky hair. Fire in my hands. I wanted to see it tangled and messy all over my pillows in the morning, absolutely wrecked from what we’d done to each other.
Remi kissed like she did everything else—like the weight of her entire soul was behind it. Would she carry the weight of mine as I stumbled through this?
I wanted her.
I wanted her so fucking bad that my hands shook.
Kissing her might be my new religion. Her lips would bring me to my knees. Her tongue and her scent and her little sounds would have me worshipping her for the rest of my life.
When I skimmed my teeth over the tip of her tongue as it pulled away from mine, she whimpered, and it was like she tugged on a rope around my waist, my hips rolling into hers unconsciously.
At the feel of me hard between her legs, she made another sweet, helpless sound.
Her hands tightened on the back of my head when I did it, our kisses taking on a fierce, serrated edge. We’d excised the need for sweet and slow, for tentative kisses that felt like a question.
The only thing left behind was the raw desire we’d felt since the very beginning.
I pulled back and nipped along the edge of her jaw, sucking at the soft patch of skin underneath her ear. Remi tilted her head back and gasped.
“Right there?” I asked, my lips brushing against the spot I’d just found. Her hands fisted in my shirt, and she nodded like she was drunk. “Let me hear you, firefly,” I whispered into her skin. “Don’t keep those sounds to yourself. They’re mine.”
I dragged my teeth over her earlobe and sucked hard. She jerked me closer, her hips moving restlessly.
“Here?” I asked, sliding my hand between us and rubbing on the seam of her shorts.
She moaned my name, her head tipped back. She gripped my wrist, hips rocking back and forth as she worked herself on my hand.
“God, I want those shorts gone,” I moaned into her neck. “Wanna feel you.”
Could I lay her down here on the island and break her apart into a million pieces? I’d do it with my tongue and fingers first, and my mouth watered at the thought.
I wanted to see her dazed and limp. Wanted to make her scream.
Wanted to wrap her in my arms as she came down from the peak.
I wanted to love her.
The words threatened, but something in my gut whispered,Caution.
Not yet. Not yet.
But I didn’t want caution either.