My fingers dug into the back of her pants, getting a good handful of her ass. I tipped her forward to rub against my shaft pressing against my zipper. “Then let’s not talk.”
I slanted my lips over hers, her taste making my head spin. She arched against me, her breasts pressing into my chest.
“Off,” she said breathlessly.
I reached behind my neck to jerk my shirt up and off. I lost my hat in the fumble of cotton and greed.
Her nails scraped through my chest hair, the sharp side of her thumbnail coasting around my nipple.
I lifted her to shove down her pants. She tightened her legs around my hips, moaning my name as she bit my shoulder. “Goddess,” she panted into my ear.
I knew that was a good sign.
Sometimes I hated the fact that she destroyed me so damn fast, and other times I leaned into it. Tonight was a fucking hard lean.
I peeled down her pants, dropping her back down on the counter. Her huge blue eyes were unfocused and just a little wild.
Here, we never faltered. Even if the back of my mind was crawling with the knowledge it wasn’t enough, I rode the adrenaline high. I believed the lie for one more day.
She fumbled with my zipper and then I was free. I didn’t even wait to check if she was ready for me. The needy little sighs that followed me into dreams told me she was with me. I plunged inside of her, hard and deep, until there was nothing but Kinleigh around me.
She hooked her arms under mine and her nails dug welts in my flesh as she took each strong thrust. I gripped her hips, dragging her up against me before I turned to find the wall. I couldn’t get close enough from that angle. I needed more.
I always fucking needed more.
I cushioned her back and gripped her ass as I pinned her to the wall. Each pummeling thrust was matched by the soft curve of her body, the heightened scent of her arousal, the sharp tang of her taste.
More, more, more. It was a chant in my blood.
I tore my mouth from hers and buried my head between her neck and shoulder, into the curls I loved, the home I was longing for.
“Kinleigh.” My voice was a guttural growl as I drained myself into her.
As my mind went utterly blank and my muscles jittered in reaction to such a swift and complete release.
She slid her fingers up my neck to my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. If I could crawl into her bones, I would have.
Jesus, she was going to destroy me. And I was going to let her.
I wasn’t sure which of us was the bigger asshole.
Finally, my arms wouldn’t hold the weight of her anymore. I didn’t want to step back from her. All too soon, she’d make excuses to leave.
I set her down, but instead of rushing for her clothes, she stood on my boots to get closer to me. For God’s sake, I hadn’t even gotten her shirt off in my haste to get inside of her.
Evidently, I was taking the crown for asshole tonight.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
She licked her lips and grinned at me. “Knowing you want me like that—don’t ever say you’re sorry.”
I fisted my hands into the back of her shirt. “I do. I wish you’d see that. I’m always going to—”
She held her finger up to my lips. “Don’t say it. Not tonight. Not now while you’re still high from this.”
“It’s not pillow talk, Kin.”
She shook her head. “Today was too much. I can’t.” The sparkle that had been there in her eyes went out and the sad crept back in.