Page 22 of Fourth Wheel
She’s her.
I’m me.
And yet here we are, pressed together, hidden from view, in a private moment of our own making.
“Dempsey?” She repeats my name, her tone full of questions. She’s not pushing me like before. She’s not trying to manipulate me or trick me again. This time, she sounds genuinely concerned and a little unsure.
It’s the way her voice quavers that does me in.
Fuck it.
I grab her shoulders, then shove her back against the bricks with a force that startles us both. My anger is still bubbling under the surface, but over the last few seconds, it’s transformed into something needy and frantic. I look down at her and suck in a ragged breath.
The high-voltage thrum in the air between us—the one that nags at me any time I’m in her presence—intensifies. It’s this goddamn connection I’ve been trying to ignore all night. Every time I look at this woman, I want her more.
“This can’t happen,” I exhale, grinding my knuckles into the rough bricks behind her as I cage her in.
“What can’t happen?” she whispers as she pushes up onto her toes.
There’s barely any room in this goddamn alley as it is, so I can’t escape her closeness. I shudder when she trails a featherlight kiss along my jaw.
My breathing picks up and my brain goes haywire as memories from the night we met come flooding back to my consciousness.
Those. Lips.
I know exactly what they taste like. And just how good they feel on mine.
The heat of her breath inspires goosebumps on the left side of my body as she lingers in my personal space. I’m so focused on what her mouth is doing that I jump in surprise when she slips her hand between us and traces down the center of my stomach. I clench my abs in anticipation when she stops at the waistband of my jeans, lifts the hem of my shirt, and teases one fingernail along the muscles she exposed.
She peers up at me through her impossibly long lashes, biting down on her lower lip and giving me a look that’s pure temptation.
I’m a statue before her: not willing to give her the permission she’s seeking, but too damn tired and horny to turn her down.
In the end, it doesn’t matter. Maddie Wheeler doesn’t wait for permission.
I hiss in a sharp breath when she dips into the front of my pants. Her fingers curl into the end of my happy trail, pulling until I give up a grunt and she gets the reaction she wanted. She raises one eyebrow, bites down harder on her bottom lip, and smirks.
This. Girl.
I close my eyes in frustration, knowing what I’m about to do is an absolutely terrible idea. But I really am tired. I don’t want to fight this anymore. I just want what I want for once.
And what I want is her.
I crash my mouth into hers, and her whole body responds instantly to the kiss. She grabs me by the belt loops and pulls me flush against her form. She grinds her body against me as she pushes her tongue into my mouth in what feels like a claiming.
I’m not letting her have all the fun tonight, though. I push back, greedy and desperate to get my fill. I have to quench this pent-up desire inside me and get her out of my system once and for all.
She’s savage in the way she kisses: like premium gasoline being poured over fire. Every time I push, she pushes back harder. Every time I move, she matches my stance. We’re devouring each other, and when she moans into my mouth, my cock literally jolts.
I’m lost. Adrift. So fucking gone. And so fucking happy.
I roll my hips into her as I bite down on her lush bottom lip, her sweetness overwhelming me as she moans again. She finally releases my belt loops, then hikes one leg up and hooks it around my thigh. Never letting up, I graze my hands down her arms, then work them behind her back, pulling her forward to separate her from the bricks.
I grunt at the loss of contact as I abandon her sweet, pillowy lips, but relief finds me again as I kiss down her neck. Every kiss is an exploration of uncharted territory. It’s a reckoning of something wrong and forbidden.
This girl isn’t mine to claim. And yet my body is determined to take her.
She whimpers when I find her sweet spot, halting my path of discovery so I can savor the delicate skin between her neck and her collarbone.
