A million sparks light up inside of me, hope that I don’t understand bombarding my entire form. I nod and proceed to show my appreciation by scattering light kisses all over her face. She’s with me. I have never felt such a powerful surge of faith. Everything this woman does to me is addictive. “I need to have all of you, Ava.” Every little piece and more, and not just her body. I want her words, her smiles, her passion. “Say I can have all of you.”
She hesitates, but only briefly. “Take me.”
Fuck. Yes.
I curl my arm around her tiny waist and lift her slight frame from her feet, carrying her to the wall and gently pushing her against it as our lips become more frantic, more desperate. We’re both on the same page, and something tells me it could be a beautiful story. My hands are everywhere, frenzied and hungry, my mouth the same. I refuse to release her lips, so when she starts pushing my jacket away from my shoulders, I step back only a fraction to give her room.
I shake it off and reclaim her, thrusting her back into the wall, a bit harder than I intended, but she doesn’t seem bothered by my eagerness. She’s meeting my urgency perfectly.
“Fucking hell, Ava,” I breathe. “You make me crazy.” I circle my hips to alleviate the throb in my cock, pulling a quiet cry from her. Her hands are clenching at my hair, the feeling out of this world. I yank her dress up to her waist and roll into her once more, nipping at her bottom lip before I pull away, breathing uncontrolled bursts of air as I deliver another grind, delighting in her moans of pleasure, smiling at her drowsy eyes. Her head falls back against the wall, and she pants. The temptation of her exposed throat is way too much to resist. I’m lost. Fucking lost, and I don’t want anyone to ever find me.
“Jesse.”
I’m only mildly aware of her panting my name as I bite my way across her skin, my mouth on a tangent, my mind seized by anticipation of what’s to come.
“Jesse, people are coming, you have to stop.” She starts squirming in my embrace, rubbing up against my solidness.
Fuck!
“I’m not letting you go, not now.” I groan the words out, silently begging her not to stop this.
“We need to stop.”
“No.” Not a fucking chance in hell. I sound demanding, but I can’t help it. I know there are people wandering around, and I fucking hate them for it. Of all the times and all the places she could have submitted to this madness, she chooses today in a packed open house with no privacy.
“We’ll do this later.”
I laugh to myself. “That leaves you too much time to change your mind.” I carry on biting at her neck, unwilling to release her from my grasp for fear of never getting my hands on her again. But then my jaw is grabbed and she pulls me from my happy nuzzling, winning my eyes. I’ve never seen her looking so determined, not even when she fought to resist me.
“I won’t change my mind.” Our noses are touching. “I willnotchange my mind.”
She means it, her words full of grit...
But I’m not chancing it. She’s swayed from acceptance to denial too many times already. I need to make it impossible for her to ever try and wipe me from her memory. I push my lips hard on hers. “Sorry, I can’t risk it.” I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. And, God, she feels amazing in my arms.
“What?” she cries. “They’ll want to see in there too.”
“I’ll lock the door.” Problem solved. I grin at her. “No screaming.”
Her eyes widen momentarily before she smiles. I’m glad she’s smiling about it. The delivery of such a tactless line to such an exquisite woman should’ve put me out of the race immediately. “You have no shame.” She laughs, and damn if my aching dick doesn’t dance as a result. It has never gone so long between fucks. Never.
“No. My cock has been painful since last Friday, I finally have you in my arms, and you’ve seen sense. I’m going nowhere, and neither are you.” End of. I kick the wooden door of my lovely new bathroom shut and place her gently on the double sink unit before hastily returning to lock the door.Nothingis interrupting this.
When I turn to face her, she’s looking at me, her eyes shimmering with hunger. I’ve never in my life seen anything so beautiful. So exquisite. And the way she’s looking at me? Kill me now, for I will certainly die a happy man.
I slowly start unbuttoning my shirt as I walk casually toward her, as if I’m not falling apart with unbridled desperation. As if my heart isn’t screaming. As if this isn’t the biggest moment in my life in forever. But I’m not rushing. I don’t need to. Because she has submitted. This is happening. Not once. Not twice. This will happen over and over again.
I leave my shirt hanging open and watch her, holding my breath when she places her finger in the center of my chest, dragging it lightly down the middle, my hands instinctively finding her waist and my body moving to between her thighs. I’m on fire, burning.
I glance up and find her observing closely, and my lips twitch in... happiness. For the first time in too long, I feel happy. “You can’t escape now,” I tease.
“I don’t want to.”
“Good,” I mouth, dropping my gaze to her lips as she continues with her drifting finger, back up my chest, my throat, until it rests lightly on my bottom lip. I bite down, my happiness intensifying tenfold when she smiles at me and works her hand into my hair, feeling me everywhere she can.
“I like your dress,” I say, skating my eyes down the gathered material at her waist until I’m focused on her lovely thighs.
“Thank you.” Her voice is husky, sexy as hell.