I pull my hands out of her jeans only so we can move. There are a few steps—paved with black and white tiles—that lead to the front door. She jams the key in and turns it. The big timber door opens with a low creak. No sooner has she stepped inside than I move behind her, kicking the door shut in the same movement I reach for her, dragging her back to me.
My kiss is now heavy, demanding, my body no longer held at bay by doubts about whether she’d be happy to see me or not. I need her—I need this—and I’m not going to think about that for a second longer.
I push at her jacket, freeing it from her body. She drops a bag to the floor to let the sleeves fall—there’s a bottle of champagne inside.
‘Celebrating?’
‘Apparently.’ She grins, and light explodes in my chest because it shows she has no doubts about this, and I’m glad. This doesn’t need to be messy or complicated.
I palm her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, marvelling at their softness and size, stepping forward, leading her through this apartment, not caring where we end up, just needing to get there fast. Her hands push at my pants, apparently the same urgency driving her. I step out of them as we walk, kicking my shoes off, and my socks, until I’m fully dressed up top and wearing only boxer briefs below.
As we walk her hands slide into my pants, pulling my cock out and gripping me so hard I see stars for a second. It’s too much. With a gruff sound I kiss her hard enough to push her backwards, against the stairs. She sits on one and I bring my body over hers, knees pressing into the timber, my cock at her sex seeking fulfilment. I came prepared. I pull a condom from the pocket of my jacket, roll it over my dick at the same time I push properly out of my boxers. Her jeans and underwear take seconds to remove.
She’s panting, her voice making small, staccato bursts into the hallway.
‘Ever fucked on the steps?’
She laughs, an uneven sound that makes me realise how completely blindsided she is by this. She shakes her head, shifts her hips, inviting me to take her. ‘But there’s a first time for everything, right?’
‘Right.’ I don’t hesitate a moment more. I drive myself into her, deep and hard, swearing as her soft, wet core squeezes around my length. Stars are in my eyes once more. I thrust hard, then pull out, then take her again, my arm curving behind her head to save her from hitting it against the tread.
Steps is new for me too but hell, I can get so deep like this, my body is perfectly positioned to feel every little part of her. I push up for a second, staring down at her, my breath thundering through my body.
‘Too many clothes.’ The words are angry, accusatory almost. I soften them with an attempt at a smile then push at her shirt. She sits up, just high enough for me to push the clothes from her body, her sex squeezing me harder at the small movement. Her bra. Damn it. I drag it downwards so her breasts fall from the lace cups, her generous, pale, soft breasts, and I fill my hands with them, shaking
my head at how goddamned gorgeous they are as I begin to push into her again, hard and demanding, needing to take over, needing to make her completely mine. Without my arm her head hits the steps and she laughs, wiggling forward a little, propping up on her elbows at the same time.
It just makes her breasts look even better. I fantasise about all the ways we could use these stairs—her kneeling on them, me taking her from behind, her wrists strapped to the banister, me sitting, her on top of me. Fuck. I feel a little cum leak out but I’m not ready.
I drop my mouth to her breasts, drawing a nipple between my teeth and rolling it hard, flicking the sensitive tip with my tongue until she’s almost screaming with pleasure. I drop a hand to her hip then run it around to her backside, separating the roundness there and finding her seam. I push my fingers against her, my cock so deep inside of her, my fingers tracing the rim of her anus, pushing her upwards, hard against me.
She cries my name out again and again, thrashing her head from side to side, so I push a finger in a little, just a hint, enough to make her swear and buck her hips, her muscles tightening everywhere. I move my mouth to her other breast and next time I push my fingertip into her butt I bite down on her nipple in time with it so she explodes, her orgasm so hard and intense that she almost cuts off circulation in my dick.
Her face when she comes is perfect. I stare at her, my breath tortured, my dick harder than I’ve ever known it.
I want more. I want this, her, all of it, all of her. I need... I don’t know. I watch as her breathing slows and then, before euphoria seeps completely from her, I pull out, staring down at her with a feeling of resignation.
‘What are you—’
I grip her hips, lifting her as I move to lie down on the steps. She straddles me, understanding, taking me inside of her with a soft moan, her eyes drifting shut as she processes this. I buck my hips but she presses a hand to my chest, stilling me.
‘My turn.’
I watch as she begins to move, up and down, her body doing everything I need, slowly first, then fast, as her moans become louder. Pleasure builds within both of us until it doesn’t—crash is inevitable. We surrender to it in unison, our release silent save for the sound of our breathing, frantic in its intensity, desperate and hungry.
* * *
When I leave her place ten minutes later—just long enough for me to throw my clothes back on—I feel as though I’ve been slammed into by a truck. And yet a grim smile lifts my lips because it was the best feeling I’ve known in a long time—the most authentic and genuine, the least complicated.
I could get addicted to that.
CHAPTER SIX
Five days after landing
‘I’LL CALL YOU.’
He said that as he left. I was too shell-shocked to respond. Holden Hart showed up at my door like some kind of grenade. Gorgeous, sexy, and he kissed me so damn fast and hard that I didn’t have a second to draw breath, much less wonder what the hell he was doing at my place.