Slowly, I drew her in deeper. She sighed into my mouth and surrendered.
Her body went lax against me, molding around me with her arms. Those long, agile fingers sank in my hair, the edge of her nails ramping me up again. The kiss went harder and spun out hotter. I worshiped her mouth, daring her to pull back.
I watched her as she fell further into the kiss. Her head drifted back, and my lips coasted over her chin to her neck. That honeyed peach scent of her was always strongest behind her ear. She shuddered and I knew to keep going there. I read her body as I had that first night.
Her map was in neon, thanks to her sighs and the way she arched up for me. She may have called me a spitting kitten, but she was a happy and satisfied cat as she rubbed against me. Looking for more with each nibble across her neck and to her shoulder. I pushed at her shirt with my nose to suck on the two freckles I found there.
She gripped the back of my neck and her hum of pleasure let me know I was in the right area. My fingers lowered on her ass to lift her leg up to hook it against my hip, letting me grind my rigid shaft against her.
Her head fell back enough that her ponytail dusted my other arm. I tangled my fingers in the thick length of it and pulled.
She hissed out a delighted moan. “More.”
I wrapped it around my palm and jerked her back farther. I dipped my head to her breasts, sucking through the cotton and lace. But she was too short for me to get anywhere without lifting her up.
I released her hair and hoisted her up. “Legs around me, Hellcat.”
She locked her ankles at my waist.
“Where?”
Startled, she finally realized where we were. She glanced over her shoulder at the door. If someone walked in right then, I’d possibly commit murder. “My office.” She gripped my shoulders. “Wait.”
“What?” My jaw locked.
“Detour. That way.” She gripped my hip with one thigh tighter than the other.
“I’m not a fucking horse.”
“You’re still turning that way, aren’t you?”
I growled. “Where?”
“Unless you’ve got another magic condom in your wallet...”
“I do not. Drugstore?”
“God, no. Too far.” She dug her heel into my spine. “Second office door there. TJ’s.”
“I’m stealing more from TJ?”
She gave a quick laugh. “Seems like it, doesn’t it?” She bit my ear. “Promo condoms from a trivia night. Desk drawer.”
“On it.” I backed us through the door, thankful for the handled kind. I set her down and raced around to the surprisingly wide desk. “Which?”
“Middle drawer.” She leaned back, knocking her pen cup over. “Wait. Not that one. The secret one.” She spun herself around and slid across the desk, which about killed me.
She was bendy as fuck.
After hopping down, she nudged my hands aside and pushed on something. Like magic, a little drawer popped out with three condoms in the center section. “Do I need one or two?”
“Take all three.”
She grinned up at me. “Forward thinking, I like it.” She tucked them into her bra.
No. I should have just said one, but as my dick was a steel spike digging into me, I knew it for a lie.
She jumped into my arms, and I barely caught her. Her heels dug into my lower back as she climbed me like a spider monkey. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight. The playfulness activated another level of animal inside of me. The one that wanted to wrap her scent on me and never let go.
I never seemed to mirror her mood.
The lighter she was, the darker I became. My mouth was rough on hers, her laughter swallowed down into the winding lust that threatened to drag me under.
She slipped her fingers through my hair and held me tight, meeting my wild with wild.
I crashed back into the bookcase in TJ’s office. Maybe we wouldn’t make it out of her room. I spotted a bench underneath the window and turned to sit on it, straddling her over me.
Her dark eyes blazed hot as our bodies aligned. She rubbed against me, rolling her hips as if she could finally scratch that itch.
“You gonna come with those jeans on?” I said against her mouth. “Grind on me until you come?”
She moaned. “Sure you want the denim burn?” She rolled again and hissed out a slow breath. “I’m close.”
I jerked at her zipper and dug my fingers into the soft denim, finding lace and then her heat. “Wet for me. Always wet for me.”
She gritted her teeth. When I teased her clit and drove two fingers into her, she cried out.
“Yeah, you are. Soaking my fingers.” Dragging my hand out of her pants, I sucked my two middle fingers into my mouth and licked them clean.
