Sliding my hand into Bay’s, an electric current shot up my arm, and the itch of anticipation crawled under my skin. I walked her back to the event center.
Her steps were as fast as mine. We were rushing toward something. What it was, I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t know if I wanted a heads-up.
One handed, I sent a message to Gwen to send a car to get us.
Her reply was immediate. We had five minutes before the car came to pick us up and the moment would be over. “The car will be here in a few.”
Five minutes.
The green room was empty, darkened and left for the clean-up crews tomorrow.
Closing the door behind me, I spun her around and pressed her back against the wall. Running my fingers along her chin, I pushed the mask up over her face.
I stared into her hungry eyes with ones just as ravenous.
My arms braced on either side of her head.
Her soft, glistening lips called to me. Little flecks of cinnamon sugar stuck to the corner of her mouth to rival her already sweet lips, the ones I hadn’t tasted in over six years. The ones I still dreamt about. “When was the last time you were kissed?”
“On or off camera?” Her gaze flicked from my lips back to my eyes.
“A real kiss.” My voice dropped. I didn’t care about pretenders in music videos or perfume ads. I wanted to know the last time a man had made her feel that deep down achey feeling which could only be quenched by more touches.
“The kind that lingers on your lips and etches into your memory.”
Her breath hitched. “Six years, two months and twenty-eight days ago. The night—” She didn’t get to finish the sentence.
My lips crashed down onto hers. The sear of our lips burned with a pent-up passion I’d tried to deny since the first moment I’d seen her. A hungry ache punched at my chest like my heart was staging a coup and ready to escape.
Her fingers yanked at the hair at the nape of my neck and I crushed her against the wall, trying to meld us into one.
My hips pressed against hers.
She squirmed and shifted, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I ground against her, friction heating my body even more. My dick didn’t appreciate the barriers between us.
“I should’ve kept the skirt on.” She breathed against my mouth between blistering kisses.
My body was so hot it felt like liquid fire had been injected into my bloodstream.
Holding her against me with my hands on her ass, I ground against her.
The panting turned to moans and her grip around my neck tightened. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”
“I’ve been wanting you to do this all night.” She held onto me and stared into my eyes. “Will you take me home with you?" A question so naked we might as well have been standing in the fall air stripped down to nothing.
Had we ordered fireworks for tonight or were those going off in my chest? This was national-championship-style, with confetti cannons shooting in all directions. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever or would ever meet.
“You never have to ask.” I attacked her lips with a ferocity only she brought out in me. Our bodies shook, vibrations traveled down my shaft, making it harder to remember we could be discovered at any minute.
“I think that’s your phone, unless you’re packing a vibrator in your pocket.” She grinned and let her legs loose from my hips.
I’d been oblivious to the insistent buzzing in my pocket. Rumbling with my phone, I pulled it out of my pocket. “The car’s here.”
“I figured.” She smiled and picked up her mask, which had fallen to the floor.
We wedged against each other in the back of the car like it was a two-door 90s Honda. Our fingers brushed.
She peeked over at me. With one glance, she sent my heart rate skipping, my blood surging, and my hunger skyrocketing.
Keeping my eye on the driver, I bent and whispered, letting my lips caress her lobe and tickle the shell of her ear. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing footie pajamas.”
She shivered even though the heat was cranked up. Her gaze darted to the driver as well, biting her lip.
“Are you saying you don’t want a hand job right now?” The light innocent tone of her words sent whatever blood was left in my head straight to my cock.
The tease was there in her words, but I wouldn’t expose her to any actions that might intensify the spotlight on her, like having a driver leak information about an illicit handy in the back of his car with the Philly good luck charm.
“What I want and what I’ll do are two very different things. At least until we get to my place.”
The rest of the drive was a torturous exercise in restraint. Every look and caress was an invitation to hold her in place while I kissed her breathless.
But I could wait until she was safely in my apartment.
She put her mask back on for the awkward walk across the lobby. I looked like a Secret Service agent protecting a furry version of Wonder Woman. We made it to the elevators on the residents’ side of the building. Even after the doors closed behind us, I tamped down the urge to tear her mask off and press her up against the wall. There were still cameras there and someone would record that footage and sell it in a heartbeat.
I couldn’t read her expression on the ride up, but her fingers were still threaded through mine, her thumb moving in maddening circles, tightening with each swipe until it moved across the side of my wrist like an ever-increasing countdown to an inevitable explosion.
The doors opened and we burst out of them, spilling into the hallway, both trying to pretend we were racing with me leading the way.
We fell into my apartment. I didn’t even turn the lights on, barely got the door closed behind me.
Clothes hit the floor with reckless abandon and there was definitely a lamp or two as a casualty.
Backlit by the moon, she let the last article of clothing dangle from her finger before it dropped to the floor. My heart raced, my blood thundered in my veins, and my fingers itched to touch her again and never let go.
Scooping her up in a bear hug tackle, I headed straight for the couch.
I braced my arms to make it a soft landing for both of us—the couch for her and her for me.
My fingers skimmed from her collarbone down her chest, over the curve of her breast, and down past her waist to her hips. I lifted her leg, hooking it around the back of mine and palmed her ass. Squeezed it.
Under me, she writhed, groaned and had her hands all over me.
Above her once again, I couldn’t help but feel how right this was. All I could think about was this moment never ending. Not just the sex and feeling her body against mine, the relentless pounding of my cock demanding release, but all of it. Every moment I was with her, I wanted to stretch it out into a sunrise that never ended.
Fumbling for the pants I’d thrown over the back of the couch, I grabbed for my wallet and pulled out a condom. Ripping into the wrapper like a man possessed, I took a steadying breath and rolled it on.
“Keyton, I need you.” She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, sliding me between her wet folds.
I shuddered, almost losing all strength in my arms. Dropping to my elbows on either side of her head, I kissed her and rocked my hips back, aiming and pressing forward, letting her slickness coat the head of my cock. Staring into her eyes, I dropped my weight and sunk into her.