Page 104 of After All This Time

Fuck waiting.

Fuck everything that isn't her mouth on mine right now.

I wrench the wheel, pulling onto the shoulder so fast the tires kick up gravel. My seatbelt's gone before I can think, and then I'm moving, crowding her into the corner of her seat. My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back as I take her mouth.

"What was that for?" she asks when I finally let her breathe, her lips swollen and perfect.

"I couldn't go another second without kissing you," I confess, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, watching her eyes search my face like she can't quite believe this is real. "I think I'm addicted to this mouth."

My thumb traces her bottom lip, and when I tug it between my teeth, her hands grip my arms tightly enough to bruise.

"Then kiss me again, Tobias." The way she says it—soft and demanding all at once—has me growling against her lips before thrusting my tongue back into her mouth.

But then I pull back fast, and the loss of her is like a cold slap to my senses. My breathing is ragged as I press my forehead against hers, my fingers still tangled in her hair.

"I gotta stop." The words physically hurt to say. "Trust me, baby, I don't want to, but I have to." She cups my face, and that gentle touch destroys something in me and then rebuilds it into something that only belongs to her now. "You need to stay on your side of the car until we're home, okay? All the way over there."

She laughs, pushing at my chest. "You need to work on your self-control, Sinclair."

Self-control isn't even in my vocabulary anymore.

Not when she's looking at me like that—like she wants me to throw every ounce of control straight out the fucking window.

Chapter 42

Amelia

The drive home has been unbearable. The kind of unbearable that crawls under your skin and pools hot and heavy between your thighs until you're squirming in your seat. Needing friction, needing a release—needing him.

My body thrums with awareness like every cell knows what's coming the second we get home and the front door closes behind us. Because as soon as we cross that threshold, all bets are off. No more pretending. No more holding back. Every stolen glance, every unspoken word, every charged moment we've shared—it's all been building to this.

Tobias eventually pulls into the parking lot, and my heart starts to beat like crazy.

I should be scared of how much I want this, but my body already knows its truth. It was made only for him.

The marks he'll leave won't just be promises. They'll be declarations and ownership. Territory claimed and proof that, after all this time, he's taking what has always been his.

The door clicks shut behind us with a finality that makes my pulse spike. My bags hit the floor with a thud, and when he turns to face me, my lungs forget how to work. His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen them, predatory in a way that makes heat curl in my stomach.

He runs a hand across his jaw and shakes his head like he's trying to clear his thoughts.

"Tobias…" I whisper, his name falling from my lips.

Two seconds. That's all it takes for everything to explode. His hands find me like they were made to hold me, and my legs wrap around his waist like they were always meant to be there. When our mouths crash together, it's desperate and wild—like he needs this as much as I do.

His hand twists in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make pleasure spark down my spine, and when I gasp, he takes advantage. His teeth catch my bottom lip before his tongue sweeps in, tasting, taking, and owning.

His bedroom door meets my back with enough force to pull a whimper from my throat, and he swallows the sound. Stumbling through the doorway, we're a mess of hands and mouths, and by the time he drops me onto his bed, we're both frantic. Clothes disappear like they never existed, and then it's just skin on skin, the first touch of his body against mine feeling like fire.

He cages me beneath him, and when his knee pushes between my thighs, forcing them apart, I can't help but arch into him.

His fingers wrap around my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Stay just like this," he growls against my ear, and I swear I could come just from the sound of it.

Soft lips glide down my throat, and when he reaches my breasts, his mouth closes around one hard nipple, sending pleasure shooting straight through me.

His free hand slides down my side, gripping my hip and holding me in place as his mouth works me over, switching from one breast to the other.

I'm pinned beneath him—exactly where I want to be—when his hand moves to my face and his fingers brush against my lips.

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