Page 71 of On Circus Lane

“I was getting a bit worried, to be honest,” I say. “They haven’t had a row in a couple of days. I feel so relieved now.”

“You’re all quite mad,” Bee says.

“Maybe it’s the black mould,” I say companionably.

He laughs, shoving me. I grab his hands, and it sets his balance off, so he falls against me, looking up and laughing. His face is vivid and wicked in the light from a nearby streetlight, and I suddenly realise that we’re alone. The wind howls around us. I feel the first flakes of snow dropping on my face, but I’m suddenly blisteringly hot.

“Bee?” I say hoarsely.

He watches me for a second, his eyes dark in the gloom. He tips his chin, and I couldn’t stop my next move if an army of spooks were marching towards us. I bend and take his mouth,feeling its plush contours with a shock of familiarity. How can it be that I’ve kissed him twice, and it feels like my lips have memorised him?

My thoughts scatter away like snowflakes on the wind as he kisses me back, sliding his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer. His tongue is hot as it tangles with mine, and heat and want roar through me like a fire that’s out of control.

I dimly realise that I’ve backed him against a tree when he groans, but instead of protesting at my weight, he just pulls me closer, rubbing his hard cock against my leg.

“Tom?” he whispers between kisses and panting.

I somehow manage to force myself away. “What?”

His lips are full and swollen, and his breath is coming fast. “I suppose you’re going to make a witty remark and move away now?”

All thoughts of holding out have fled, and desire has taken the lead. My cock is hard and throbbing, and all I can think of is burying myself in his lithe body and never leaving.

I can barely focus enough to get the words out, but somehow I manage.

“Let’s go back to the apartment and go to bed.”

He licks his lips as if tasting me on them, and his smile is wicked enough to warrant a kiss. And then another and another until he pulls away, and we lean against each other, panting heavily.

“Lead the way,” he finally says.

So, I do.

Chapter Nine

BEE

We burst into the apartment, kissing wildly. Our hands are everywhere, and half our clothes are gone. I’m missing my jumper and T-shirt, while he’s shirtless and his shoes are gone. They’re all in the hallway somewhere—either that or the lift. I can’t bring myself to care.

We slam into the wall and gasp before going back to kissing as if our lives depended on it. I don’t usually spend this much time kissing. The important thing for me is the orgasm. I’d definitely be more of a fan if everyone kissed like Tom. His soft, pillowy lips give me goosebumps.

“God, you’re so hot,” he gasps.

“Am I?” It’s a surprise his statement makes me so happy. It’s not usually my habit to look for sexual validation. I adjust my glasses. “Well, I do try. I love sex and I’m always anextremelyenthusiastic participant,” I confide.

Something about that seems to amuse him because his mouth twitches, but I’ve been without his lips too long, so I urge him down to me again, biting at his bottom lip until hegroans and pulls me closer. He kisses me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and lowering his hands to open my jeans before squeezing my buttocks.

I moan fiercely and push closer, fumbling with his jeans. The desire in me is shockingly intense and I want to crawl inside him.

“I want you,” I groan. His thigh is hard and muscled, and I rub against him, taking some brief relief, the friction on my cock sending spangles of pleasure through me. “Shit, that’s so good,” I gasp between kisses.

“The best,” he says. He kisses down my neck, and I screw my eyes up at the pleasure. My neck is sensitive, and it feels like sparkles are racing under my skin, down my spine, and into my cock.

“More,” I say, my voice hoarse, pulling his hair and arching my neck.

He’s instantly there, licking the skin and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Even that’s thrilling, and I urge him on in heated whispers. When he bites down on the junction of my neck and shoulder, all thoughts fly away. I cry out loudly, and my head flies back, banging into the wall.

“Are you okay?” he gasps.

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