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My breath catches in my throat as I go stone-still.
Did he just...
And am I suddenly...
I don’t say another word. I grab his hand, and together, we run home.
Chapter Fourteen
Twenty minutes later, after I’ve settled a very contented Aggie in front ofDeadpool, Everett and I burst through the door to his apartment and he kicks it shut as he sweeps me into a kiss. Not anicekiss, but a hot, unrestrained, open-mouthed plunge of his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t see him move in. I didn’t see his hands move, either, but there they are, one wrapping my neck and pinning my face to his, the other gripping my hip as he backs me against a wall.
I bury my fingers in his soft, dense curls.
His knee presses forward, nudging my legs apart so our hips collide.
I feel how he wants me, andgod, how I want him, with his hot mouth on mine, his hand fisting my skirt so it rides up my leg, and his tongue demandingmore, more, more.
In the dim streetlight that filters in through his windows, he moans as he kisses me, lost in his own pleasure, and I make it my new goal to elicit that sound as often as possible.
“Everett,” I pant out, eyeing the open bedroom door over his shoulder. “Should we—”
“Anything, anywhere,” he gusts out, equally breathless. “I justfucking want you.” Then his mouth is on mine again and he’s pressing into me and I didnotsee this coming—not the kiss, the cursing, or the hunger—but my body is miles ahead of my brain right now.
I find my way under his sweater, grateful his coat’s already open as I yank his tucked-in shirttails free in a frantic attempt to reach his body. Immmwith delight as my palms meet warm, smooth skin, running upward over the slight swell of his belly, the harder edges that define his chest, all the way to his collarbones, where I let my nails sink in, drawing out another moan.
“You like that?” I say into his ear, before giving the lobe a good tug with my teeth.
“Ohmygod,” he pushes through clenched teeth. His chest is rising and falling so fast. Maybe even faster than mine. “Just let me live long enough to feel all of you.”
I shift my hips against him. “Does that mean I get to feel all of you, too?”
“God, I hope so.” He drags his teeth down my neck, biting and sucking as he goes. He’ll leave marks, but then, so will I. It’s all so feral, which I’ve never experienced before so I didn’t know I’d be into it, but at this point, I think I’d be into anything Everett does. The way he teases my skirt higher, but not high enough. The way his tongue flickers across my skin until he finds a place where he wants to linger for a taste or to take another bite. The way his thigh presses forward between my legs, giving us both something to grind against.
I study the contours of his chest with my hands, finding the places where soft shifts to hard and back again until I let my fingertips brush across his nipples, drawing out a shiver.
I pause, intrigued, and then touch them again.
His body jerks in response, and he lets out a stuttering gasp.
“Not fair,” he says. “Not fucking fair.” Then he’s flicking open the buttons on my coat, wrenching down the neckline of my tank top and the top edge of my bra, and taking my bared breast in his mouth, sucking hard and sweeping his tongue over my nipple.
My thoughts go blurry. My knees turn to jelly. My head tips back and my eyes close as I free my hands so I can dig them into his hair, riding the pleasure of his mouth and his hands as his thigh inches higher so I can grind more firmly against it while he sends jolt after jolt of pure, unrepentant, high-voltage want through me.
As my knees buckle completely, I pant out, “Bedroom. Please. Now.”
Everett’s eyes sparkle as he draws back, letting his tongue drift across his lower lip.
“I thought I was supposed to take the lead,” he teases.
“Are you suggesting youdon’twant to get in bed together?”
“God, no,” he says through a laugh, spinning me around and pushing me forward.
We stumble into his bedroom and fall onto the bed together, laughing as it creaks under our weight, but then we’re kissing again, and I’m hunting for his skin as he hunts for mine. Our coats come off. Then he drags my cardigan off my shoulders to plant hot, wet kisses on my skin while I inch up his shirt and sweater. As we kiss, touch, and pull each other closer, and as I draw another delicious moan from Everett’s throat, I toe off my shoes and they clunk to the floor.
Everett makes quick work of removing his shoes, socks, and corduroys.
I make quick work of dragging down my tights and skirt.
