Our steps never falter, our rhythm never falls out of sync. It’s as if our bodies already know something we don’t and our minds are left to play catch-up.
He pulls my hair to the side and replaces it with his face on my shoulder. His breath warms my neck, and I silently beg him to press his lips against my feverish skin. To glide them along that sensitive spot behind my ear.
I don’t know if I should be embarrassed by how quickly it turns me on, but I’m not. Thoughts of him consume my mind.
I hold off for as long as I can, but I don’t think I can go another second without the feel of his lips against mine. I’m panting, my skin flushed and coated in a light sheen of sweat. Lust courses through my veins, begging me to take what I need from him.
I can feel him against my ass, hard and long and thick. A small kernel of satisfaction warms my blood at the evidence that he wants me too.
I bite my lip and tip my head back against his shoulder while I have an internal debate. Part of me wants to go there with him—to fuck him in one of the abandoned rooms that we all know are here just for those types of situations. But the other part of me, the more sensible part, knows I’ve never had a one-night stand for a reason. And I don’t know if choosing my ex-boyfriend to check that particular box off my bucket list is the right choice.
I’m catapulted out of my swirling thoughts when warm lips trail up the side of my neck, nipping my skin softly. His hands slide up my ribs, his touch hot. His fingers flex around my ribcage, his thumb slipping underneath the fabric that just barely touches my back.
I roll my hips in a slow, deliberate move and he surprises me by smoothing one hand down to rest on my lower stomach, holding me against him. He grazes his teeth against the bottom of my earlobe and grinds his hips against mine. It’s the first move he’s initiated, letting me lead the entire time.
Like a match to a flame, that small dominant move lights me up. Faster than he can stop me, I spin in his hold, grab onto the lapels of his suit jacket, and push up onto my toes. Intense dark-brown eyes flash, but it’s the last thing I see before I close my eyes and crush my mouth to his.
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