Hailey glances at the staircase. “Up the stairs, first door on the left.”
“Thanks.” I haul her up to the second floor.
When I get to her room, I walk into the darkness and close the door behind us before throwing her onto the bed.
She bounces, her hair fanning over the plush, velvety-soft white comforter.
“I shouldn’t even start.” But I’m already following her down.
She reaches for me.
We crash together.
And it’s like everything that’s been wrong in my world rights.
My tongue invades her mouth, and she moans, throwing her arms around me.
The kiss is desperate and needy and all-fucking-consuming.
Revealing the truth that neither of us can admit to.
Her lips cling.
I angle my head, wanting deeper. Needing to somehow communicate this elemental, primal desire. I’m almost shaking with the need to claim her.
I have to stop.
I pull away, but she tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs me back.
She sucks me under, and I let my lust drown me.
I push up her top, cupping her breasts.
She opens her legs, and my hips fit perfectly between them. Like we were made to go together. We rock into each other with such fervor the bed is protesting under us.
I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger, tugging hard while she gasps. I unclasp her bra, peeling away the lacy fabric to feel her bare skin in my hand.
She pulls away from me, crying out.
I move lower, biting her neck and sucking, leaving a mark as I tease her nipple.
I rear up, kneeling between her legs and unbuttoning her shorts. “I can’t fuck you like this.”
“Yes,” She lifts her hips off the bed. “I need it so bad. You’re all I think about.”
“You’re all I think about too.” Since the second she sat down next to me in that bar, she’s always there, like she’s taken up permanent residence in my mind.
“I’ve been so miserable.” Her voice is needy as she reaches for me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Me too, baby.” I rid her of her pink panties and slide my fingers through her wet folds. “You’re wet.”
“I fuck myself every night thinking about you.” She keens, her neck arching in the moonlight.
I lick across her skin, scraping my teeth, as I pump my fingers inside her. “Oh yeah? Like this?”
“You’re a million times better.” She digs her nails into my back.
I capture her mouth again.