“Yes,” he said. “I’d like to remember them in the morning.”
Violet wet her bottom lip. “I suppose that depends on how this next part goes, huh?”
Kaz smirked. “That, I’m not worried about.”
She didn’t get the chance to respond before he was pulling her away from the wall without a word. Her bare feet stumbled over the jacket, and she fell into him. Kaz had her spinning around just as fast, and backed into the open door connecting to the bathroom. His next kiss was harder than the last, his teeth dragging over her lips as his hands worked at the clip on the front of her bra, taking it off, too. She tugged at his belt, getting it undone and loose enough to yank it from the loops.
A whine escaped from her throat when his teeth sunk into her jaw as he lifted her against the door. The fast movement shocked her for a second, leaving her breathless when she realized she wasn’t touching the floor anymore.
He lifted her easily—like she was a fucking feather and it was nothing for him.
With her legs wrapped tight around his waist, the insistent push of his hips against her center brought her attention right back to the erection under his pants and the throbbing between her thighs. It was enough to make her arch into him, wanting to feel more, and wanting less space and clothing between them.
“Fuck,” he mumbled into her neck.
Violet shuddered. “Yeah.”
Her back came away from the door, and she grabbed his jaw as he walked through into the bathroom, still holding her tight. His fingers dug into her backside hard enough to leave fingerprints behind. She pulled him in for another kiss that seared her from the inside out, his roughness leaving her skin stinging and her heart racing.
She couldn’t even feel the counter hit her ass until Kaz took a step back and let her go. But just as fast as he moved away, he was right back on her, fingers working at the button of her jeans until it was undone and he could pull the zipper down.
“Up,” he said hoarsely.
Violet complied, lifting up and using her hands on the counter to keep balanced as he tugged her jeans down her hips and over her legs. His hands met her bare thighs, fingers biting into her skin as he pulled her to the edge of the counter. A small tremor worked its way through her body when he eyed the blue lace panties that matched the bra he’d already pulled off.
“I swear women buy delicate shit like this just to see if a man will rip them off.”
Oh, God.
Violet’s teeth sunk into her lip. “I bought them because I liked them.”
Kaz lifted a single brow, watching her. “Then I won’t ruin them.”
“Should I thank you?”
“I won’t ruin them this time,” he pressed on.
That lump returned in Violet’s throat.
This time …
Because there would be more.
He wanted more.
So did she.
“Up,” he repeated.
Violet lifted again, allowing Kaz to peel her panties down her legs with a slowness that said he enjoyed taking them off a great deal more than he had when it was just her pants. She couldn’t help but hold her breath as his fingers grazed her skin. His gaze followed the path of her legs straight up to the junction between her thighs, and he moved forward again.
His hands were already back on her thighs the second her panties dropped to the floor. The softest tap of his palms to her inner thighs voiced his unspoken request. She answered it, widening her legs for him, and resting her trembling hands to the counter.
She thought he might take his time to look her over, take her in, entirely naked like she was. And he did, for a brief moment. Long enough to heat her blood, and make her think he had found exactly what he wanted, just by the way he opened his mouth to speak, and … nothing came out.
Violet had been with men before—not a lot, as far as that went. More times than she cared to count, her beauty had been praised as an asset she should be proud of. It had never been admired—she had never been treated—like it was something that a man was proud to have.
And it stunned her.
The way Kaz watched her, his fingers sweeping her skin and exploring like they were, stunned her.
“You’re doing it again,” she heard him say.
Violet fell from her thoughts with a bang. “Doing what?”
“Overthinking.”
She didn’t think so.
Not this time.
Slowly, like he meant for her to feel every press and caress of his fingers, they came closer to the junction of her thighs until his knuckles grazed her center. She jerked at the light touch, feeling the shock it caused begin to spread from her sex to her middle.
Heat pool when he stepped closer, fitting between her legs, and stroking her again.
More the second time.
Harder.
Closer.
Violet’s thoughts slipped away when two of his fingers glided over her slit, sinking into her pussy without him saying a single word. Her responding cry came out high and broken.
Because fuck … he curled them on the first thrust and she couldn’t breathe.