“London,” I groaned against her lips.
“I love kissing you,” she admitted in a rushed whisper before sucking on my lower lip and wrapping her arms around my neck.
Damn, that felt good.
I kissed her hard and long until we were both panting. “You have no idea how badly I want to put my hands on you.”
“So put your hands on me.” She tugged at my hair, urging my mouth back to hers, and I followed willingly, sinking into her mouth and abandoning another degree of my restraint.
She gasped when I set my lips to her neck, and the sound went straight to my dick, taking me from the semi I always seemed to have around her, to fully, painfully hard. I kissed down her throat and across her collarbone, nudging the material of her blouse out of the way so I could worship her skin with my mouth.
Her hips ground over mine again, the pleasure of it making me moan as I palmed her waist with one hand and tugged on her hair with the other, exposing more of that gorgeous neck.
“What are you doing to me?” She moaned as I sucked on the little section of her skin where her neck met her shoulders.
“What does it feel like I’m doing to you, London?” My hand slid to the curve of her hip.
“Driving me wild.” Her grip tightened in my hair. “You make me feel…”
“What?” I prompted when she trailed off.
We locked eyes as the light around us flickered with the motion on the big screen. I’d chosen some romcom to keep her laughing just in case the theater triggered an attack, but I’d been too focused on her to remotely pay attention to the plot. Besides, everything I cared about was in my arms right now.
She bit her lower lip, and I leaned in and sucked it free.
“I make you feel what?” I asked again, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.
She sucked in a breath at the contact as my dick lined up with the seam of her pants. Thank fuck she wasn’t in a skirt. Her pants gave us one more barrier just in case my cock actually punched through the fabric of my jeans just like it was threatening to.
“Needy,” she whispered. “Hot. Reckless.” Her gaze dropped to my lips. “I’ve never been the reckless type, Jansen, but I swear you kiss all my common sense away.”
“Reckless, huh?” I grinned. London and reckless were two words I never would have paired, but I was all for it.
She nodded, and then we were kissing again, hotter and deeper than before. There was an urgency to it, a desperation as it became an openly carnal exchange. She slipped her hands under my shirt and traced the lines of my abs, my pecs, her fingers softer than the kiss of a butterfly’s wings.
“Fuck, London,” I growled. The feel of her hands on my skin sent my pulse skyrocketing. “Tell me what you want.” Was it a consent thing? Absolutely. But damn, if I didn’t want to hear that prim little mouth say something dirty.
“I…” She swallowed. “I want you to touch me.”
“Good, because I really fucking want to touch you.” I pulled her into another kiss, then lifted a hand to the swell of her breast, palming the exquisite mound and squeezing gently. “Like this?”
“God, yes.” She rocked against me, pushing her breast into my hand and the juncture of her thighs against my cock.
My dick jumped at the feel of how hot she was through layers of fabric between us. Settle the hell down. You’re not going to fuck her in a movie theater.
London deserved better—if she even wanted to go there with me. She deserved candles and roses and a fucking bed. Yet here she was, rolling her hips over mine as I flicked open the first button on her blouse, then the second.
I kept my gaze locked on hers as my hand swept inside her shirt, then her bra, until there was nothing between her flesh and my fingers. She nodded, then groaned when I tweaked the bud, rolling and pinching.
“Fuck, I want to taste you,” I groaned, leaning in to kiss her neck. Getting my hands on her in this theater was one thing, but there was no chance I was exposing her skin to anyone who might walk in. Mine.
“Jansen,” she moaned, her hips rocking faster. “You’re setting me on fire. I need…I need…” Her hips shifted over mine, her body telling me exactly what she needed.
“What do you need?” I plucked her nipple, and she cried out, the sound swallowed by the sound of the movie.
“More.” She gripped the back of my head and brought it to her breast.
Fuck it. Her blouse could keep her covered as long as I was careful. I lifted her breast from the cup of her bra, then angled the opening of her shirt and sucked the pearled peak between my lips.