My hand slides into her hair, tightening as she gasps. And suddenly, I’m kissing her all over again.
She moans, melting into me, whimpering as she opens her mouth for me. Her lips taste like bourbon and something sweet, and when that soft little tongue teases over mine, I groan as I tug her hard against me. The scent of her blazes through me like wildfire, and the way that soft, petite little body melts against my big, hard one has my cock throbbing and pulsing and twitching to get free. It has my balls aching, and my precum dripping from my swollen cock.
And I know she can feel how hard I am. I know because she whimpers so sweetly, and her hips rock against me ever so gently. I groan, my hand tightening in her hair and the other grabbing her hips as I turn us. She gasps into my mouth, panting and kissing me harder as I push her back until her ass comes up against the hood of the car parked in the garage.
And just like that, we’re attacking each other.
She kisses me fiercely, her legs spreading to either side of my hips as I growl into her. I suck her tongue into my mouth, teasing her and gripping her tightly as I grind my thick bulge into her. My hand in her long red hair tugs, making her whimper and gasp as she breaks the kiss, her head tilting back. My mouth drops to her porcelain neck, biting and nipping the skin there as we grind into each other.
“Fuck,” she moans, kissing me harder. Her hands slide down my chest, pushing over my abs as they move towards my belt and the thick bulge of my cock beneath that.
My hand tightens on her hip, sliding back over her until I’m cupping that ass as I grind into her. My other hand moves to her chest, tugging at one button of her blouse as she whimpers and pushes her hand lower…
The knob on the door back into the house squeaks horribly as it turns, and the both of us are suddenly bolting apart like we’ve been struck by lightning.
She gasps, her face red and her eyes wild as she smooths her skirt down, back away from me as I groan and try and will the huge, rock-hard erection away.
The door swings open, and I groan on the inside.
Shit.
It’s Martin.
His eyes narrow as he spots us, his nose wrinkling. “What are you two doing out here?”
“Oh,” I smile one of my easy-going smiles, hoping it covers the raw need and primal urge on my face.
“Just looking for the beer, man.”
Martin scowls.
“There’s no beer in here.” He glares at Samantha. “And you fuckin’ know it, Sam. Look, Reece, I told you—”
His eyes land on my flask, which is just sitting there on the hood of the parked car I was very much just about to fuck Samantha across, and his eyes narrow again, his lips curling.
“Goddamnit, Reece,” he hisses, talking down to me like he’s scolding a child. And goddamn, if this pitch wasn’t so important, I’d already be kicking his douchebag ass right here and now for talking to me like this.
“I told you, no booze in my mom’s house!”
“Right, right,” I shake my head, still smiling. “Totally forgot about that.”
He sighs, shaking his head.
“This sort of ignoring the guidelines really wouldn’t look good for Prism Capital.” He makes a tsking sound at me as he shakes his head.
What a prick. He’s been doing this for almost a month now—lording the possible job over our heads, dangling it and making us kiss his ass. Because unfortunately, Martin knows how important this gig is for Gavin and me, and he enjoys the power it brings him over us. And we fucking let him get away with it, because this job is the do or do-not for us. We’ve put everything into our company, and there is no fallback. No option B. No parents with money. Nothing.
…And I’m putting all of that at risk with not being able to control myself around Samantha.
“Come on,” Martin snaps at the both of us. “Let’s go. Mom wants to do her slideshow of her trip to Athens.”
“Sounds awesome,” Samantha mutters dryly under her breath as both of us glance at each other and follow Martin.
This is a problem.
Well, no. It was a problem before I kissed her. It’s a really fucking big problem now that I have. Because now, I’ve had a taste.
Now, I just want more, and I’ll be damned if I let anything stand in the way of me getting my hands on her again.
Chapter 3
Samantha
So hot guy kisses me, twice. Hot guy makes me lose myself completely and get wilder than I’ve ever been with someone I just met before. And one tiny little hiccup of my douchey stepbrother interrupting so we can all go watch my grouchy stepmother’s slide show of her vacation, and what do I do?