The door gave and it banged open behind her. Her weight was suddenly completely in my arms. I hiked her up higher and she clung tighter.
We stumbled in, and I kicked the door shut behind us and pressed her up against the nearest wall. “Fuck…Red…I need you. I need you in a way that’s just not right. You have me so messed up.”
I yanked her back, carrying her toward the hall.
“I know…I know…I know,” she chanted, still kissing me mad, two of us banging into walls as we went.
“Oh my God…this is crazy…what am I doing…what am I doing?” she mumbled into our frantic kisses.
“Taking what we both need. Taking what’s been coming. What’s been coming since the second I walked into Charlie’s and saw you behind that bar.” I kept moving, fumbling toward the bedroom that was just like mine. “Knew then I had to have you.”
A soft light glowed from above the partition wall that didn’t come up all the way to reach the ceiling, her room sectioned off in the back.
My heart was racing. Too hard. Too wrong.
Still, I continued on, carrying her into her room and tossing her onto the center of her bed.
She bounced on it and whimpered a tight, “Lyrik.”
Shit. I liked the way that sounded. Too much.
My eyes raked over the girl who was exactly my kind of perfection. Curves and big tits and round ass. Slender little waist just right for cinching my hands around.
Her head shook slightly on her pillow, and her chest lifted and fell in tiny quakes. For a second, her expression tripped me up, jumping through so many emotions I couldn’t catch up with them. Not when I couldn’t catch up with my own.
But tonight wasn’t about deciphering. It was about giving in. About taking. About surrendering for one minute when it was clear neither of us had a day to give.
I crawled over her. My hands slid up the outside of her thighs as I went.
Her head pressed back and she whispered a moan.
Everything rushed, my blood pumping hard.
Her nimble fingers freed my already loosened tie then tore through the buttons on my shirt. Shrugging it off, I went for her neck. I kissed at the snowy flesh, her pulse alive beneath my tongue. All the while I worked the zipper down on her dress and lifted it over her head.
As soon as I did, I pushed back onto my knees and flicked the snap between her tits on her strapless bra.
It fell free.
“Shit,” I hissed, taking a good look at the girl who I’d been desperate to have for the last year. She lay there shaking in nothing but her barely there panties. “You’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ever.
Tamar always looked like a pin-up. Exactly the kind I had pinned up on my walls when I was just making that transition from boy to man. When I was just getting an idea of what I liked. Girls who were red-lipped, sassy, and full-of-steam.
But this…this…
Her.
She was hard and soft. Tattooed and clean. Vixen and angel.
Dirty and pure.
The war I’d been fighting regrouped for another battle. Screaming at me to run. Because my stomach twisted and my heart fisted tightly. A foreign feeling I barely remembered formed in my chest.
Gritting my teeth, I forced it down and instead pulled the rosy-bud of one of those tits into my mouth. I sucked at the pink, pebbled flesh, rolling it around my tongue. Flicking and tasting and teasing.
She arched and gasped.
A growl rumbled in my chest. “So damned hot…fuck, Red…fuck…you are every girl I’ve ever wanted.”
I didn’t even know what I was saying. The words were a mumbled mess. Logic not quite fully firing from my brain. All rational thought had been stripped from me as I made a move across the tattoo on her chest and on to her other tit. I lapped across the top of the curved swell before rising up to take that nipple in my mouth.
Nails scratched at my back and her hips bucked against mine.
Begging.
When I couldn’t take it a second longer, I climbed off the bed and unbuttoned my pants, stripping myself to my underwear while I watched Red writhe on the bed. Eyebrows drawn and pulled up tight. Hands fisting in the sheet below her.
Knew I was about five seconds from setting off that bundle of fireworks that sizzled and burned.
I crawled back over her and knelt between her legs. They were trembling. Rolling with need and lust. I gripped her knees, her skin hot and flushed and making my mouth water. My hands slid down and my fingers traced over the serpent and around the apple on the outside of her left thigh as I watched her blue eyes flare.
At the contact, she released a tiny cry.
The sound had me straining harder. I leaned forward and bent over her leg so I could dip down and get a good taste of that tat. My tongue dragged over its lines, across her skin. I just kept moving, taking a path over the top of her thigh and to the inside. I sucked at the tender skin that met the edge of her panties as I gathered the tiny bit of material at her hips in my hands.
They needed to go.
I started to drag them down.
Red whimpered again, and there was something about it that sent a tremor of unease through me. Her legs clenched down around my sides.
Not to hold me close.