Temptation [h.s.] ✔

Chapter 31.

        "What?" He stands up slowly.

        "I'm not asking you to leave," I repeat, walking to him. "Stay. Please don't go. Please don't think I want you to. I don't."

        He cups my face and brings my lips to his. "I'm not, baby girl. I'm not going anywhere."

        I hold him tight. "Good. I'll kill you if you do."

        He buries his face in the side of my neck. "I need you, Liv. I need you so fucking badly right now. I'm coiled tighter than I've ever been."

        I dig into my bag blindly and grab my key. I slot it into the door and walk inside, him hot on my heels. I dump the bag on the floor and the mail on the coffee table then turn to him.

        He kicks the door shut, and I've barely taken a breath before he's on me, pushing me back on the sofa, pushing my sweater up my stomach. His hands slide across my skin as desperately as his lips move against mine.

        I tangle my fingers in his hair and flick my tongue against his lips. Begging him for more, because I need this, too. I need all of him, starting right now.

        "We should talk," he whispers against my jaw. "I know we should."

        "Fuck now, talk later," I say, throwing his words back at him. "And I'll even agree to a snuggle."

        He grins, lifting me and pulling my shirt and sweater over my head in one swift motion.

        "Snuggly bitch." He runs his nose along my jaw before his lips find my neck and travel down to my breasts.

        He cups them over my bra, rubbing his thumbs over the spots where my nipples are. His mouth is hot against my skin, the wet, openmouthed kisses he's dropping against me burning into me. I tug at his sweater now. I need to feel his skin against mine.

        I don't have the patience for this.

        I tug more forcefully until he laughs quietly and pulls it off. His shirt follows. My fingers find his stomach instantly, ghosting over it. I kick my shoes off when his fingers trail down my sides to my jeans.

        "I'll take my time later. Right now, I need in you too badly."

        I unbutton his jeans. "Then stop talking and fuck me."

        "Gladly." He shakes off the rest his clothes and removes mine.

        My socks are removed with my jeans, my panties were all but torn from me, and my bra roughly unclipped. He grabs my legs and hooks them around him, leaning one of his knees on the sofa.

        He lifts my hips and rubs himself against my wetness, covering the head of his cock and teasing me until he pushes inside.

        I reach for him as he fills me. I cling to him like a koala, lifting my hips into him as he kisses my neck and drives into me forcefully. My nails dig into his shoulders. One of his hands is steadying him and the other is in my hair, tangling and pulling it, and I'm moaning in his ear, asking him to go faster, because I need more, always more.

        He closes his mouth over mine and swallows my cries as they get louder. Our skin slaps together and my body is hot, so hot, trembling, shaking, shuddering, ready for the explosion of the build. Ready to feel him finish inside me, ready to take every last bit he has.

        I bite down on his bottom lip. He groans and thrusts harder. It's painful in the most beautiful way. He tugs on my hair and bites me back on my lip, a possessive nip, and that's my moment.