Chapter 6

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Minji lowered her mouth to mine, and the moment our lips touched, every inch of me exploded with longing. This kiss started tentative. Controlled and aware. But I was engulfed by it, consumed by it, and the sensation drove me crazy.

A single breath was all it took for us to find our rhythm. Her lips were pliant against mine as I matched her and charged forward, slipping my tongue into her greedy mouth. This kiss was passionate and dangerous. It built, layer upon layer, until we were both breathless and urgent.

She seized my hips in her sure hands and steered me around, pressing me back against the kitchen island, where the edge of the cold granite bit into the small of my back through the thin cotton tank top I was wearing. Neither of us let up, though. I was wild and out of control, too wrapped up in this thrilling kiss to care.

It was almost brutal, the way she attacked my mouth. I moaned and clutched fistfuls of her t-shirt, wanting it gone between us. Our kiss was even more reckless, but beautiful too. The need between us was so powerful.

She let out the softest sigh when I gave up on tugging at her shirt and slipped a hand under the hem, resting my fingers on the warm, hard ripple of muscles across her stomach. The sound of her affected breath shot straight through me. It was a live wire. A jolt of electricity, spurring her on. Her hands on my hips slid forward, focusing on the snap and zipper of my shorts.

"I'm going to put my hand down your pants unless you stop me," she uttered in my ear.

I wasn't aware of anything but Minji.

Subconsciously, I knew Jay and his friends were downstairs, and how terrible this would be if we were caught. There were consequences, and Minji's were much worse than my own. But it wasn't revenge that allowed her to undo the metal snap of my shorts with a silent click, or drop my zipper, one slow tooth at a time. I didn't care about my ex-boyfriend. Every nerve ending in my body clamored for the woman before me. I clung to Minji, not saying a word, but urged her onward with my eyes and the arch of my back.

Also, the fourth step from the top had a terrible creak in it, so we'd hear anyone coming, and she'd positioned her back to block me from view.

Once she had my shorts undone, she left them sitting there open and hanging low on my hips. I had on black silk panties trimmed with white lace, and her fingertips traced over the sensitive skin at the top edge while her mouth latched onto the side of my neck.

I shuddered.

How could I not? Minji's delicate strokes at the lace over my belly promised pleasure, and I was fucking eager for it. I craved release. All the tension between us had been winding the last nine days until I was so tight, I was going to break wide open. I was grateful for the counter at my back so I could use it for support.

"Stop me," she whispered. "Please. Tell me you want to stop."

She was begging me like it was her only way out, but I wasn't in control any more than she was. How could I tell her to stop? I wanted her to do it. I needed her to. The fire inside me was insatiable.

When fooling around, I'd always been quiet, but Minji made bold and powerful thoughts bubble to the surface. It unhinged the filter on my mouth. "Do it," I whispered. "I want you to."

Surprised pleasure snapped through her. "Yeah?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Her fingers curled into a half fist and inched below the lace trim. The hard edges of her fingernails scraped lightly as she raked them down into my panties, working deeper until she found the spot she wanted.

I rose onto the balls of my feet, my flip-flops squealing against the tile.

We both exhaled loudly at the same time. I was wet. So fucking wet, I was drenched, and her chestnut-brown eyes hooded with lust. Her other hand went behind my back to support me as she buried her thick fingers beneath my clothes. Her touch was pure bliss. I leaned on the island, my elbows slamming into the polished stone counter, and threw my head back until I was staring at the decorative lighting fixture positioned overhead.

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