A grin turned up his lips before he nodded. “Yeah, you do. A lot.”
Before she could tell him he was insane, his mouth was moving with hers, hard. She melted into him, her heart pounding against her ribs, as he pushed himself into her. Oh, he was hard, deliciously hard, everywhere, and oh, how she missed that. He let her hand go, running his hands down her body before squeezing her thighs, making her moan and also proving that, yeah, she did like him. Moving her hands under his shirt, she raked her nails over his muscles, his warm skin, as he nibbled at her mouth. She wanted to be mad that he saw through her, but his mouth could honestly turn a nun into a sinner. His kisses were urgent, rough, demanding, and she had no complaints as she kissed him back with a blazing hot need. Picking her up, he slammed her against the wall, nibbling down her chin, sucking at her neck as his hands traveled up her thighs into her skirt.
She let out a soft moan as his fingers tickled the bottom of her ass before cupping her dripping wet *. She moaned out, a little cold air cloud around her mouth, but then he stopped and pulled out from her neck to look into her face.
“Mmm,” he said, dipping his finger inside her. “You naughty girl, where are your underwear?”
She shrugged her shoulders. His eyes were full of lust, his mouth parted, swollen, and his jaw was taut, as if he was about to lose it at any moment. “You can’t wear underwear with this dress.”
He groaned before taking her mouth with his, moving his tongue with hers in a way that had her toes curling in her pumps. She heard the jingle of his belt, and then he was thrusting inside her so hard that lights went off behind her eyes. She cried out as he continued to thrust up into her, her back slamming against something hard, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered. The coldness, the hardness of the wall, nothing. All that mattered was Phillip. He was so hot.
Holding her thighs, he pounded into her in a way that made her have to cover her mouth with his neck to keep from screaming out. As she bit down on his neck, he squeezed her thighs as he changed the rhythm of his thrust, hitting just the right spot to make her squirm in his arms.
“Come. Come now, Reese, I can’t hold off much longer.”
“Oh God, I am,” she cried out at his demand. Digging her nails into his shoulder, she squeezed him with her climax as she tried to gasp for breath. His groans were music to her ears, his fingers biting into her, and his body hard against hers as he took what he wanted.
Which was basically everything.
He caught her mouth with his, thrusting once, then twice, before stilling, his breathing hot against her mouth as he tried to catch his breath. She ran her hands up his back, onto his neck, before tangling her fingers in his hair, bringing his head up so she could kiss him.
She didn’t want to like him. She didn’t want anything to do with him but, as her mouth moved with his, she wasn’t sure it mattered what she wanted.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
“IUD,” she gasped out.
“That means you can’t get pregnant, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Cause I didn’t even try to get a condom. I needed to be in you. Sorry about that.”
She was worried for maybe a second before she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re clean, right?”
“Like a whistle.”
“Me too, so no harm done.”
“Good,” he said, moving his lips up her neck, the hair from his chin tickling her as he whispered, “Now tell me you brought him to make me jealous.”
She scoffed. “Please, I had no clue you were here.”
His hand slid up under her breast, his thumbs rubbing her rock-hard nipples in a slow, deliberate way. “Yes you did. You saw me. You walked in alone.”
How did you know that? She eyed him, and then asked, “The girl?”
“No way, you first.”
She smiled, hiding her face in his neck. “Fine, yes, I did.”