“Fuck,” he hissed.
He gripped my loose braid and pulled me closer, tugging me flush against him. I could feel how hard he was. This was it. This desire tainting the air between us would finally see the light of day. I dug my fingers into his powerful back and he picked me up, forcing my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, hard.
The front door opened then; I could hear Thom’s voice out in the hallway. I broke my mouth from Freddie’s, expecting him to drop me, but he took three steps into the bedroom off to the side of the living room and kicked the door shut behind him.
His bedroom.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Freddie
ANDIE WAS COILED around me so tight I nearly had to rip her dress to get it over her head. I tossed it aside and pushed her up against my bedroom door. I gripped her hips and felt the dimples in her lower back as she rolled herself against me, teasing me. She was so accepting of my attack, no fight at all. I’d have welcomed a fight; it might have slowed me down.
I could feel her through my clothes. Her body was soft and her hands were tugging me closer, dipping into my shirt and dragging against my skin.
“Guys!” Thom called. “Food’s here!”
“Piss off,” I yelled through the door.
“It’s going to get cold. And—I’m quite lonely at this shite party.”
Andie laughed against my neck and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Should we eat?” she asked with a wicked smile.
I yanked my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. “We’re not leaving this room.”
Her eyes skimmed down my chest and the wicked smile disappeared, replaced with dark, hot desire. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her hands reached out to touch me. My stomach flexed when her finger dragged along the top of my jeans, and then she popped the button and met my gaze with a wicked gleam.
“I hope you have a condom in these jeans, Freddie.”
I laughed, and it was the sound of a wild man, one so far beyond the edges of control, he was hardly recognizable.
She slid her palm flush against my abs, pushed past my boxers, and continued down until she had me gripped in her palm. I squeezed her hips, needing something to hold on to as her soft hand stroked me up and down.
“Oh,” she whispered with a teasing tone. “Olympic-sized.”
I laughed right before her lips found mine again. I had a condom in my wallet I needed to grab, but I couldn’t pull my hands off her. I reached for her bra and unclasped it, letting the soft material drag off her shoulders.
That first moment her naked chest hit mine was the moment my groan turned to a growl. She was tiny in my arms, receptive and eager. So much had separated us until now, and as she pressed her naked breasts flush against me, I knew she was appreciating the skin on skin just as much as I was.
I took her earlobe in my mouth and whispered everything I wanted to do to her…against that door…on the floor…in my bed. Her eyes fluttered closed as she listened to me, but I couldn’t stop. I needed her to know how far she’d unwound me.
“What?” she asked, confused as I set her legs on the ground.
I pressed my hand against her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath my touch. I kept my gaze on her as I slid down to my knees, registering her surprise with a smirk.
“Are you—”
Her question was cut off when my hand trailed up her calf, gently massaging her muscles. I bent forward and pressed a kiss against her hip. I could nearly taste her through the silky material, but I wanted it gone. I yanked down her knickers until they were on the ground and she was kicking them aside.
She held her hand in front of her waist, trying to conceal herself from my view. I looked up and met her eye.
“Nervous?”
She let her head fall back against the door and laughed. “Overwhelmed. You’re like right…”
I let my hand drag up her thigh.
“Here?”
“Yup. Right there.” She reached up to cover her eyes just as a rosy blush spread across her chest and neck.
“Have you ever been kissed here?” I said, reaching forward to lick the inside of her thigh.
“Oh sweet Jesus.”
I kissed her again, this time a little higher, and her hips bucked forward. I pressed harder against her stomach, keeping her still as I dragged my tongue along the inside of her thigh.
“I…oh…god.”
She sounded drunk with it, with us.
“Should we slow down?” I asked.
She yanked her hand away from her eyes and stared down at me. “Please don’t,” she begged, her voice nearly going hoarse.
She’d barely managed the last syllable before my mouth was on her again. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but I didn’t care if she made noise. I slid one finger inside of her before leaning forward and gliding my tongue across her silk.