He swallows hard and nods slowly as he steps closer to me. “I want this,” his voice cracks as he trails the backs of his fingers from my cheek, to my breasts, to my belly and then to my hip. He yanks me into him so our bodies are flush against each other. With his forehead resting against mine, he whispers as if in pain, “I want you.”
I shake my head, feeling confused over his sudden comments. It’s as if he was having an entire conversation with himself during our run here. Now he’s finally made up his mind and is putting it out into the universe for acknowledgement.
“I want you too—” I start, but I am immediately silenced by his mouth on mine in a painful, biting, and frenzied kiss.
He shoves me up against the wall and grabs my legs so they wrap firmly around him. He presses his hardened erection against me and I cry out into his mouth as a desperate ache explodes inside of me. Fisting my hair in his hands, he holds my face just where he wants it to kiss me…and kiss me…and kiss me. God, he kisses me like a starved man who’s found the only item in his world that could ever satisfy him.
“Let me in, Vi,” he commands while dipping his head to nip along the edge of my jaw. “Let me up and let me in. Please.”
His request stings my eyes and I swear I could cry real, wet tears just from his words. Everything south of my waist is screaming at me to let him in. But the one organ that I’m most terrified of—the one I’m not sure he’s asking for—is the one cracking at his raw and guttural words.
He releases me and I shakily open the lift doors. The moment we step inside, we collide. He licks and sucks my neck and collar bone as I punch the button for the eleventh floor. As we begin our climb, he pulls my soaked dress up over my body, revealing my white, lacy bra and thong, both also soaked from the rain…and other things.
“Bunny,” he murmurs. He crouches over and grabs hold of my nipple with his mouth through the sheer fabric while aggressively caressing my other in his palm. Then, he glides his hands down my hips and hisses as he slides his fingers beneath the edges of my thong.
The doors open suddenly and Bruce comes barreling in, pouncing on the back of Hayden. Hayden widens his stance to protect my nearly naked body from Bruce’s assault. Curses!
Hayden chuckles and turns, telling me to hop up on his back.
Well, this is a first.
He carries my nearly naked butt, still wearing my soaked Converse, through my flat and into the kitchen. I tell him which cupboard the bones are in, and he grabs one and tosses it into the living room where Bruce goes tearing after it.
Hayden continues to my room and closes the French doors on a besotted-looking Bruce with a bone hanging from his mouth. Sorry, buddy. I’ll make it up to ya! Promise!
He releases me, slowly sliding me down his back and turning to face me. He smiles sweetly and kisses my lips, brushing my nose as he pulls away. That crinkly thing around his eyes returns just before a look of nervousness takes hold. “We don’t have to, Vi. If you’re not ready or if you think we shouldn’t.”
“What was it you said you’d do if I stamped my foot again?” I whisper into his ear and lightly trail my tongue along his lobe. It’s cold and wet from the rain, as is the thin shirt concealing his body. I’m normally not so sexually bold, but everything with Hayden is different.
Everything with Hayden is different.
He draws back and grins naughtily at me, revealing so much about his happiness in this moment. “There’s a lot I’d like to do about that little habit of yours.”
With a sense of needy determination, I grab the bottom of his soaked shirt and peel it up over his head. I feast my eyes on his firm build and place a row of soft kisses across his chest.
“Bunny, you don’t even know what you’re in for.”
“Bunn—” I start with a snarky reply in mind, but he promptly leans down and tosses me over his shoulder with a thrilling crack right on my bum. An excited yelp bursts from my mouth as I brace myself on his firm back.
“Don’t talk back, Bunny. I promise you’re going to enjoy this,” he groans as his hand grazes all the way up the back of my leg to my arse. He tugs at the strip of fabric between my legs. “Though perhaps not as much as me.”
He flops me down on the bed and the crushed velvet feels wildly sensual beneath my bare skin. I watch him as he reaches to his back pocket and reveals a condom from his wallet and tosses it on the bed. A fission of excitement pulses between my legs as he begins unbuckling his jeans. I’m pleased to see a pair of black boxer briefs this time. Still Calvin Klein. I must remember to write Mr. Klein a letter of appreciation.