"You're playing with fire," I rasped.
She bit her lower lip as she rubbed at me through my jeans. "I'm ready to feel the burn."
I kissed her once more, quick and hard before I forced myself to stop. Getting out of the car, I raced around to the passenger side and opened her door. As soon as she was out, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. We kissed our way from the garage into the mudroom. The door hadn't closed behind us before I lifted her off the ground.
Taking my lead, she wrapped her legs around my waist and buried her face in my neck. The feel of her lips and her soft breath against my skin made me crazy. I held her waist to keep her steady as I raced through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. When I crested the top of the stairs, she lifted her head and kissed me again. I was so wrapped up in her, so desperate to maintain our connection, that I made it to my bedroom by memory alone. I only realized that we'd arrived when we bumped into one of the double doors. I took my right hand from her waist and used it to fumble blindly for the door handle. Eventually, I got lucky and found it.
I didn't stop kissing her as we stumbled through the doors. I kept right on going as I made a beeline for my bed. Only when we got there did I pull away. We were both breathing like we'd run a marathon as I set her down on the edge of the bed.
I was hoping to get myself under control so that I'd show some finesse, but the chance of that happening went out the window when she gripped the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. The sight of the peach-colored lace bra that covered her tits but not enough that I couldn't see her puckered nipples was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
A tortured sound emanated from my throat as I stepped between her legs, set my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back. Her green eyes were wild as I got closer, and I missed being able to see them as I leaned in and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck.
I loved the sounds she made as I kissed, licked, and nibbled on her neck. Lifting my head, I captured her lips with mine again. She threaded her fingers into my hair as she met my passion with her own. The desperation for her was so sharp that I had to force myself not to strip her bare, unzip my jeans, pull my cock out and fuck her until neither of us had an ounce of energy left. I'd never felt anything like it in my life.
I silently scolded myself to find some fucking control. Being jackhammered in the mattress by a desperate idiot wasn't even hot in porn. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I stared down at her. I was relieved to see that the expression on her face mirrored how I felt inside.
My breath caught when Allie dropped her hands to my shirt and started to push it up. Sitting up and back, I yanked it over my head. I fumbled when I saw her drop her hands to undo her jeans.
"Stop," I ordered, voice harsh.
She raised her brow and gave me a pointed look. "I didn't know you were so bossy," she murmured.
Goddamn, she had me hanging by a thread. "I've waited all week to get you naked," I reminded her. "I plan to enjoy the hell out of it."
She nibbled at her lower lip as she dropped her hands from the snap of her jeans. "I'm all yours."
Fuck, that sounded perfect.
I fumbled with the snap and zipper to her jeans as though I'd lost all coordination in my fingers. When I finally managed to undo both, I tucked my fingers into the waistband and started to tug the jeans down. Allie lifted her hips so I was able to pull them off her. I let out a frustrated sound when her jeans got stuck on her shoes. Bending down, I slipped them off her feet and then pulled her jeans the rest of the way. After I'd removed her black ankle socks, I stood and took in the sight before me.
The second I'd seen her on the red carpet, I'd known that she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes on. The view of her clad in her lace bra and matching underwear was the sexiest thing ever. I committed the visual to memory, knowing it would be on my jackoff reel for the rest of my life.