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I jolt back and glare at him. “You don’t get to have some possessive moment over me.” I lower my voice so only he can hear me. “We fuckedonce, that’s all.” I step back. “I’m not your girlfriend. You made no moves for anything more than text flirting or flirting in your kitchen. You want to get possessive and grumpy, prove thatyou have a reason. Until then, I’m going to dance and go out with whoever I want.”
My chest is heaving as I spew all of that out, and I feel so much better. He stares at me, and I turn to walk away when his hand comes to the back of my neck, stopping me. My heart is racing, and I close my eyes, hoping this means what I think it does.
He spins me to face him again, his hand still on the back of my neck as he pulls me in close until our lips are only centimetres apart. He growls one word before his lips are crashing to mine in the middle of the dance floor.
“Mine.”
I melt into him as he takes control of the kiss. My arms wrap around his neck as his hands find my ass. His kiss is possessive, like he’s trying to use his lips and tongue to brand every part of my mouth with the wordmine.
He nips at my bottom lip, and I moan. I want him to pick me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I want to climb him like a fucking tree. Now that the tension has finally snapped, it’s consuming me like a fire, burning every piece of oxygen, every piece of me until nothing is left.
High-pitched whistles and cheering pull me out of the fog enough for the reality of what just happened to hit me. We’re standing in the middle of Incahoots making out like a couple of love-sick teenagers. I’m panting and staring at him. His expression gives away nothing about what he’s thinking.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m getting you out of here and into my bed.”
“Yes,” I moan, and he grabs my hand and starts leading me out, but I stop him. “I have to let Brin know I’m leaving.”
He looks over the crowd and calls her name, but I notice she’s already looking at us, a stupid triumphant grin on her face. He does something I miss, and she gives him two thumbs-up.
“Let’s go,” he says, finally dragging me outside.
He leads me to his truck, helping me in the passenger seat before he rounds the truck and starts it. The drive gives me enough time to get in my head and start thinkingwhat the fuck is happening?
When we get back to the house, he helps me out and doesn’t drop my hand as we make our way inside.
He pins me against the door, but before his lips can find mine, I’m doing something stupid and stopping him. He pulls back and assesses me. He doesn’t push, just gives me time to gather my thoughts to say what I want to.
“I don’t want to just be some fuck,” I finally settle on.
He closes the distance between us, our noses touching as he holds my eyes. “Do you really think I’d spend my nights brushing and braiding your hair if you were just some fuck? Do you think I’d have a note in my phone of all the little things you like if you were just some fuck?” My breath catches at his admissions, but he presses on, not giving me time to process them. “Chloe, I’ve fought this for far too long, and I’m done fighting it. So unless you tell me you don’t want to, I plan to kiss you again, and then I plan to take you to my bed where I have every intention of keeping you up all night as I make you come over and over, calling my name.”
I close the distance between us, fusing my lips to his, and he groans. I jump, and he catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses me against the door. His erection presses against my centre, and I break the kiss as a moan leaves me.
“Bed,” I mutter, and Everett is spinning and carrying me up the stairs as I trail kisses across his face and down his neck.
He drops me on the bed and says, “Strip.”
I quickly shove my leggings and panties down my legs, toss my shirt to the side, and unclip my bra, my breasts bouncing free.
“Even better than the first time,” he says, running a hand down his face.
“Your turn. If I’m naked, so are you,” I say.
He smirks and takes his shirt off before undoing his belt and jeans and pushing them down his legs. The ache between my legs is too much to ignore right now. My hand snakes between my breasts and down my stomach, my finger finding my clit.
He groans. “Spread yourself open for me, North. Show me how you please your greedy pussy.”
I do exactly as he says, using two fingers to hold myself open and another to circle my clit. “Oh, God,”I moan.
“No,” he practically barks. “You may be the one playing with your pussy, but you’re playing with it forme. You moanmyname.”
“Fuck, Everett,” I say as my finger picks up speed. It dips down, and I push it inside myself.
Everett wraps his hand around his cock, giving it long sure strokes. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
My entire body heats as a blush spreads across my skin.
“I’m close,” I moan.
