She doesn’t reply, and I chuck my phone in frustration. It bounces off the floor, and I wince. Shit. I need my phone in case Sebastian rings.
I pick it up, toss it on my nightstand, then go get myself ready for bed. She’s not responding because she’s not coming. She’s told me no and to fuck off countless times, and I haven’t listened.
I climb into bed, the blankets around my waist, my hands behind my head as I stare up at the ceiling. The alarm on my phone pings, and I bolt upright and grab it. She left her room.Her face is triggering the cameras. My breaths quicken, and my heart picks up a few extra beats.
She’s coming here. She’s coming to my room.
Elation sparks through me like an unruly child I can’t contain. I get out of bed and go to my door, waiting, watching her on the cameras as one flickers after the other, all cataloging her face and tripping the sensor. Uncertainty is all over her. Her inner conflict is clear as day. Yet she’s coming, only to stop outside my room.
She doesn’t knock, and I don’t open the door. I wait her out. I let her decide.
Finally, the tiniest tap stirs me away from watching her on my phone to my door.
I open it, and there she is. What’s happening behind those pretty eyes, I can’t tell. She’s bottling herself up, but she’s here, and I don’t care about the rest. This woman puts the air in my lungs and fire in my veins.
I don’t say anything. I don’t hesitate either. My hand cups the back of her neck, and I haul her into my room. The door gets kicked shut, and my lips are on hers. She whimpers as I kiss her with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. It’s that electric moment right before the storm hits.
With my hands on her ass, I pick her up and force her legs around my waist, grinding my cock against her. Her hands find my hair, and she arches her body up so she can angle her head down and kiss me deeper. This is what I needed. This connection. This moment to tell me I’m not fucking crazy. There is more here.
I’m in love with her. It hits me like a wave. The kind that tickles your feet and splashes up your body, shocking you with the cold but making you laugh a little with giddy excitement because you knew it was coming. I’m so in love with her, I don’t know what to do with myself. There’s no answer. I see mybrother with sweet Bellamy, but that’s not us. Marcella’s not sweet. She may even have an evil streak I can’t begin to fathom.
Catching her bottom lip between my teeth, I suck it in my mouth, exhaling hard as I go crazy, kissing her like this truly is the last time. I trail kisses everywhere, from her cheek to her ear to her neck to her jaw, getting lost in her scent and warmth.
She tastes so fucking right.
“Such a good girl for me,” I whisper, flicking her tongue with mine. “Say it. Tell me you’re my good girl.”
She moans, sending all the remaining blood to my cock. “I’m your good girl. But only for tonight.”
I smile. My feisty girl always has to drop the caveat. Fine. “Then I don’t have a moment to waste.”
Diving down, I drag my teeth along her jaw to her tits heaving out of the top of her tank top. I bite the plump tissue. She’s so fucking soft. So absolutely perfect. I’ve never felt lust like this with anyone, and I’m on fire with it. Totally gone. Lost in her mouth and skin and scent and body.
I never want to let her go.
Nothing—fucking nothing—has ever been better.
I rip the top of her tank top down to expose her tits to me.
“Jesus,” I gasp when she grinds her pussy in only her little sleep shorts against me. My heart pounds like a fucking drum, and I cup her breast, squeezing until she moans for me again. “You’re going to be screaming my name in your sleep for the rest of your life. You’ll wake up hot and flushed and soaking fucking wet. I will haunt your dreams. You may think you can be rid of me after tonight, but this is endless.”
We’re connected. She moves, I feel it.
“Christ, Rowan.” Her hands grow possessive, one sliding under my shirt to run her palm up my abs, her other gripping the back of my hair, holding me tight to her. I shiver against her touch. She’ll haunt me too.
She flattens her back against the door and rips my shirtover my head. I do the same with her tank top and press our naked chests together.
Hell yes.
She wiggles out of my arms, and I set her down to tug down her shorts. She’s wearing the panties I bought her. Pink fucking lace that feels like a sweet little contradiction to the black cat wearing them. Goddamn, she has a beautiful body.
I slide my hand down over her ass and squeeze as I bring her back into me. Her soft tits press against my chest, and my mouth reclaims hers. I rub the center of her thong up into her pussy, and she moans, rocking into my hand. It’s exactly what I was hoping she’d do. She’s not holding back tonight. She’s giving herself to me.
Her cunt is warm and wet, and when her panties are exactly as I want them, drenched in her, I rip them straight off.
She gasps. “What the hell?”
“I’m keeping these. I’ll end up wearing out the smell in no time with how many times I’ll jerk off to them.”