Page 80 of Double Fault

Without breaking the kiss, I carry her to the stairwell a few paces to my right and into the relative privacy.

“Noah,” she gasps between kisses. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking what I want.” With a hand around her throat, I press her head against the wall. “And I want you.”

Eyes hazy, she gasps for breath, but I don’t give her a chance to respond before I’m kissing her again.

Kissing her feels good.

Holding her feels right.

And I’m going to choose not to overthink it.

She rolls her hips, and my already achingly hard-on jolts, reminding me just how long it’s been.

Our connection has been shifting for a while. Though I don’t know what I want from her or from this—a relationship or something casual—for once in my life, I don’t want to overthink it. I just want to do what feels good, take it day by day.

“This is crazy.” Her declaration is a breathless exhale as I pepper kisses down her neck.

“I don’t care.”

Fuck.

Not caring feels so good.

With my hands on the bare skin beneath her shirt, I relish her warmth and the smoothness of her stomach and sides. She shivers in response, and my grin is almost immediate.

As much as I don’t want to stop, I don’t want the first time I’m inside her to be a quick fuck in a stairwell. She deserves a bed, where I can take my time.

With one arm under her ass to support her weight, I push through the door.

“You can put me down.” She lays her head on my shoulder, her lips tickling my neck.

“No,” I grouch.

Her laugh sends warm air ghosting over my skin. “So bossy, even when you’ve got me where you want me.”

I let out a gruff chuckle. “I don’t have you where I want you. Not yet at least.”

As I sidestep the mess of melting ice on the floor, I yank the keycard from my pocket, then hold it to the sensor of our door. I carry Sabrina into her room, only setting her down when I reach the bed. Then I stride back to the door, turn the lock, and spin to take her in.

She rests on her elbows, her shirt bunched up under her breasts, her long legs stretched out endlessly.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. I palm my aching cock over my pants, seeking a little relief from the way it hardens painfully at the sight.

“You look like you need some help with that,” she taunts, her dark eyes dancing.

I zero in on her, scowling. Fuck, I love this—the banter we have. It’sfun.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and do something about it, then?” I grit out, embracing the way her eyes flare at the bossiness in my tone and the stern look on my face.

She lets out a shuddering breath, then gets right back into character, giving me a saucy smile. “Ask nicer.”

Head shaking, I stalk to the bed and plant my hands on either side of her hips. “You can sass me all you want anywhere else, but in here, I’m in control.”

Her eyes flash with heat. “Is that so?” She leans up, our foreheads practically brushing.

“Yes.”

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