Julian
Finally.
I’m finally kissing her the way I’ve wanted to all night—hard and bruising. It was either this or shake her hard enough for some sense to sink into that pretty little head of hers.
But this—the feel of her in my hands, the warmth of her body seeping into mine—is so much better.
Her arms wrap around my head, forcing me to comply with her mouth’s demand.
As if I’d dare pull away from her now that she’s right where I want her.
I’m more than eager to capitulate, to give in to my basest urges.
My hands slide up her back, one sinking into her hair as the other grips her waist.
This is a bad idea. Distantly, I know that.
Until even that fleeting thought leaves my brain when her teeth sink into my bottom lip.
It was a gut punch, learning Nathaniel was going to be here tonight.
That I’m the reason they’re dating in the first place.
That our first kiss, as earth-shattering as it was, didn’t seem to change anything between us.
If Andrew hadn’t interrupted, we could’ve had a chance to talk about what it meant without her fleeing out the window two minutes after it happened.
But that’s not the only reason I hate him right now.
Does she know it’s her?
I have no idea. She’s so angry her body is vibrating with it, but I can’t tell if it’s directed at Nathaniel for flirting with someone else, her brother for negging her, or me for liking her more than I should.
I’m not ready for the truth to be out, but fuck it.
There’s no denying how I feel about this woman anymore.
“Fuck.” The word is a choked breath, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “God, Leticia, you’re so—”
She doesn’t let me finish before she’s crushing her mouth to mine again, muffling the end of whatever I’d been about to say. Vexing? Infuriating? Addicting? Any one of those would apply, but it’s better that she won’t let me talk.
Instead of using my words, I kiss her back with the same fervor, slipping my tongue in her mouth as easily as the first time.
It drives me wild all over again, only there’s a new level of urgency to this kiss.
She moans into me as I walk her backward into the table, her thighs spreading to make room for me as she sits against it.
I cup the backs of her knees, spreading them apart until I’m able to wrap her legs around my hips.
God, she feels so good, which is why I’m barely cognizant of how fast we’re moving until I realize my dick is pressed against her center.
There’s no hiding how hard I am. Reluctantly, I pull away from her lips and stare down where our limbs are tangled together.
I’ve got her dress hiked so far up her thighs, I nearly growl at the sight.
It takes all the self-control I can muster not to grind into her.
“Fuck, Leticia, I’m sorry.” My head drops into the crook of her neck, presenting me with a new problem in the form of her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils.
Something warm and floral. Possibly a special occasion perfume, since I’ve never smelled it on her before tonight. “I’m out of my mind. Tell me to stop.”
Her hands move down my chest, stopping at my waist. I hold in a gasp as her fingers hook themselves through the loops of my jeans, driving me out of control the same way she did the first time I kissed her.
Last time, I pulled away before my erection could freak her out.
I hadn’t meant for that kiss to go as far as it did, but this time I let her pull me closer, let her rub herself against the hard cock in my slacks.
I have to bite down on my lip to keep quiet.
“I kissed you, remember?” she says. “Don’t stop, Julian. Not unless you want to.”
“That’s the last thing I want,” I tell her. “Fuck, maybe we should fight more often if it’s gonna lead to this.”
“Shut. Up. Oh—” The last part falls from her mouth unbidden after I grind against her.
I smirk into her skin before kissing her neck, causing her to let loose a gasp that only makes me harder.
Her legs clench tighter around me, hips shamelessly rocking into me, my hands gripping her thighs as I help her along.
“Is this what you want?”
Her moan is answer enough to my question. I don’t care that we’re in public, that Nathaniel is no doubt somewhere inside wondering where she went, that what we’re doing is stupid and reckless if anyone were to find us together like this.
“Fuck, Nathaniel’s an idiot.”
“You’re ruining this for me.”
She’s right. Nathaniel’s the last person I want her to be thinking about right now. I’m not ready to come down to earth yet. For our reality to crash all around us in the form of consequences for our actions. “Just keep— Mmph.”
“I’ve got you,” I say, lips dragging across her jaw as I pump my hips into her. Edging us both on, higher and higher. “I know you. I know what you want, Leticia. Don’t you dare regret this—”
She’s close. I can tell from the way her thighs clench around me. She bites down on her lip as if to hold back a scream. We’re so occupied in each other that neither of us notices when the door cracks open.
“What the fuck is going on?”