Her free hands claw at my chest.
My free hand tangles in her hair.
And our slow, tentative kiss turns into us pulling, grappling at each other until I pull away, putting space between us. We stare at each other under the festive lighting, “White Christmas” playing in the background. We both breathe heavily, holding curiosity and yearning in our eyes.
“Tell me this is crazy,” I gasp.
She shakes her head. “It’s not.”
I drag my hand over my mouth. “I want more of you.”
“Same. I live nearby, you can . . . come over.”
Fuck, I would want nothing more than that.
“Do you want me to come over?”
She wets her lips, and I wonder if she can taste me. “I want you to come over.”
“Then show me the way.”
Without another word, she goes back to the counter, where she turns off the music, and then she snags my hand and leads me out of the bakery. She locks up quickly and then tucks her side into mine as she guides me across the street and down a block. I stick my hand in her jeans pocket and keep her close as we make our way to her apartment. By the time we reach it, I’m fucking desperate for her.
When she unlocks the door of the building, I place kisses along her neck.
When we reach the elevator, I push her up against the wall, my hand on her rib cage as I devour her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her leg twines around mine until we reach her floor.
Reluctantly, we pull away, and I allow her to unlock her apartment door, but the moment the door clicks shut behind us, I reach for her, spin her around, and lift her up against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as I press one hand against the wall beside her head to brace myself.
“I could get lost in your mouth for hours,” I say before pressing another set of scorching kisses to her lips. Her hands tangle in my hair, keeping me in place, matching my greediness with hers.
Needing more, I slide my fingers up her crop top, but before I can go further, she reaches down and pulls it up and over her head, revealing a red-lace bra.
Hell.
I give myself about one second to take in her breasts before moving my mouth to her jaw and then down her neck and across her collarbone. I push one of her bra straps down so it’s just dangling against her arm. I move my mouth down her body, all the way to her cleavage, and then I grip the cup of her bra and turn it down, revealing one of her breasts.
More than a goddamn handful, I squeeze it and bring it up to my mouth. She hisses out a sound of pleasure as I suck her nipple past my lips. Her hips thrust against mine, and for a moment my mind goes blank. I feel nothing but the burning need for her ripping through me.
“Bedroom,” I say.
“Down the hall, on the right,” she replies breathlessly.
I spin us around and head in that direction, bumping into the wall only once. When I reach her bedroom, I toss her on the bed and then pull my shirt up and over my head. Her eyes fall to my chest, and a satisfied smile plays across her lips.
I reach for the waistband of my pants, and she does the same. Together, we strip down until we’re both completely bare. My cock strains between my legs when she spreads herself across the bed and licks her lips.
“I don’t have protection.”
“I’m on birth control. I’m good.”
That’s all I need.
I bend down on the bed and move between her legs. I pause and meet her heady gaze. “I feel slightly out of control right now.”
“Me too.”
“I’m not sure this is going to be graceful.”
“I don’t need graceful, Cooper. I need you.”
Her hand reaches up and loops behind my neck, pulling me down as her lips take control. Crashing against mine, taking, begging.
Her tongue plunges.
Her fingers tangle.
Her breaths grow heavy.
I smooth my hand up her stomach to her breast, where I squeeze it a few times before bringing my attention to her nipple. With my index and thumb, I roll it carefully, testing her out. When she doesn’t say anything, I roll a little harder, offering her a pinch. Her hips thrust up, and a moan falls past her lips.
Hell.
I repeat the movement over and over again until she’s clawing at my back, her nails digging into my skin.
“Inside me, Cooper. Now.”
I grip the base of my cock and I tease her entrance. Not giving her exactly what she wants right away but instead rubbing the precum on the tip of my cock along her slit, loving the way her hips move against me, seeking more.
“Cooper. Please.”
The begging, it does me in.