Veronica and Sweet Pea laid together on the stranger's bed for a while, looking up at the ceiling and at each other randomly. She could tell when his dark eyes were on her, and when they weren't she looked over at him too.
He was stunning; in his own weird way. There was so much there, under all that muscle and tattooed skin. There was compassion, and understanding. It was the last place she expected to find it. But still, she had.
She'd told herself she'd never do this. And yet seeing someone else dragging him away had made Veronica's blood boil. Every fiber of her being knew in that moment that he was hers. And no one ever got to have what was hers.
It was like instinct had taken over. She'd left the guy she was speaking with without an explanation and was determined to get the blonde girl away from Sweet Pea. She didn't have a plan; nothing past getting her away from him.
So when she did, she knew there was only one thing to do – take what was hers. She left all her biases downstairs at the party and just did what her body wanted.
God, he was such a determined boy. She loved the way he latched onto her, suckling from her like he needed her sweet elixir to live. She'd always thought she had good sex, but nothing in the past had compared to this. To him.
It was as though she'd found her perfect fit, and she was too relaxed to let that scare her just yet. Her body felt completely ravished, and yet wanting more.
She rolled into his side and draped a leg over his, placing her hand over his abs. She closed her eyes at the feel of him aimlessly playing with her hair, causing a little shiver to run down her spine. It made her cuddle in closer for his warmth.
He hadn't spoken, not since so simply telling her he was crazy about her. She believed him. She felt it - he had feelings for her. If she let herself, she'd have feelings for him too.
As the noise downstairs continued without any indication of stopping soon, she felt her body tingling. It wasn't time to deal with consequences yet. She didn't want to leave this room and go back to reality.
She looked up at him then, daring to meet his eyes. He just gave her a small smile, seeming content. When she reached up to kiss his lips, he returned it willingly.
She deepened it, loving the taste of him and how he felt against her. She shifted on top of him again; his large hands holding her waist, making her feel tiny as he almost swallowed her with his grasp.
Her breasts pressed down against his solid chest, their heartbeats weirdly meeting in heavy thuds.
He grew hard between them easily, and she ached to have him fill her up so fully again. She'd never felt so complete. He was big, bigger than the guys before him, but she was so turned on that it didn't hurt like she expected it might.
As she moved her kiss down his strong jaw and to his neck, she told him she was going to get another condom. He let her.
She climbed off and went to her clutch for the small piece of protection.
As she was about to turn back around, she felt his body pressed up behind her. She melted into him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, just under her breasts, pushing them up slightly.
She was on fire already.
She gasped softly when his free hand came over her lower stomach and right hipbone, pressing her firmly back into his erection.
She pressed on her tiptoes so she could get her ass in better reach of him, rolling it back against him.
When he chuckled lowly in her ear she felt weak, and complied when he walked them like that to the edge of the bed. Her knees hit the mattress, his knees coming to either side of hers, caging her in.
