Page 52 of Habits

I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out.

His lips brush against mine, hard and fast.

I breathe in, a current of electricity running through my whole body at the first touch of his lips against mine.

A slow, quiet moan erupts from my throat, and my hands that are wrapped tightly around his neck dig into the soft strands of dark hair, tilting his head to the side and deepening our kiss.

So good.

So damn good.

My tongue swipes over his, pulling it deeper into my mouth. There is a low rumble in his throat, his hands gripping my ass tighter and pulling my lower half away from the wall. I grind my hips against his, feeling the delicious bulge of his cock pressing against my center.

God, how I missed this.

Hard and hot. I rub against his lower half as he tongue-fucks my mouth, conquering it like a warrior conquers the land, not showing mercy or weakness.

Andrew breaks our kiss, his mouth following the line of my chin and down my neck, nibbling gently at exposed skin, his light stubble scratching the soft flesh.

“I love your hair,” he whispers against my skin. “It’s girly but doesn’t get in my way, leaving your neck wide open for me to kiss. I don’t know what’s so sexy about your neck, but I could kiss it for hours. Nip and nibble until I make you come.”

My heart kicks up a notch as he does exactly that. He sucks and nibbles, making me squirm in his arms. And I know, I simply know, it’ll leave a mark.

“Andrew,” I whisper, my fingers running through the mess of his hair.

“Mhmm …”

He keeps up his work, and although I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help myself. I tilt my head to the side, giving him a better access. “We shouldn’t.”

“Says who?”

Leaving one final peck in the hollow of my shoulder, his nose traces back up my neck until our eyes meet.

He presses his forehead to mine as his green eyes stare into me. His dark lashes are long, and there is a ring of amber circling those green gems. Even a couple of small amber dots in his right iris, invisible if you’re not standing nose-to-nose.

Still breathing hard from our make-out session, he stares at me intently, waiting for an answer.

“Says me. Says Max. Says everybody,” I protest, shaking my head and trying to wiggle out of his arms.

This was a mistake.

Only he doesn’t let me go. The dumbass tightens his hold on me, one hand cupping my cheek and making me stare at him.

“Fuck everybody. I’m not done with you yet.”

“We can’t.”

The bell rings in the hallway, letting us know we don’t have much time left.

I shake my head, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“It’s nobody’s damn business what we do and who we do it with.”

“So what do you suggest? That we hide?”

I couldn’t do that. Iwouldn’tdo that.

Or would I?

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