Falling into You (Falling Stars 3)

Need overwhelming.

Crushing.

Guts tied up and body aching to get lost in this girl.

“Gonna devour every inch of that delicious body,” I muttered, voice scraping the heated air.

Energy banged against the walls.

Trembled underfoot.

“You better.” I heard it for what it was. A demand.

My hands drove into her hair, and I jerked her mouth against mine in a punishing kiss.

She returned it, this girl giving me her all.

My hands found her neck, and I rode them all the way down to tease at her nipples through the clingy fabric. “This dress. This fucking dress, Violet. You are killing me, baby. Can’t handle how bad I want you. Every second. Every day. Not ever gonna let you go.”

“That’s good because I won’t let you leave me.” She pushed her hands to my chest and ran them up under my jacket, shoving it from my shoulders. I twisted out of it and let it drop to the floor, my hands rushing back to grip her by the hips.

I tugged her against my throbbing cock. “Feel that? What you do to me?”

Violet whimpered, and she started jerking through the buttons on my shirt. “I want to feel it. Want to feel it all.”

Yes-fucking-please.

My hands slipped down, all the way to that slit, getting greedy where I palmed her thigh. Hooking her leg around my hip, I slid my hand up higher until I was getting a good handful of her ass.

I rubbed against her.

“Richard. Please. Need you.” She made it through the last button of my shirt, her palms flat as she raked the material back to expose my chest. She immediately dove in as I shrugged the shirt the rest of the way free, girl frantically kissing across the canvas of art.

Fire streaked.

This flood of devotion that careened and crashed.

Overcame every obstacle. Made me sure we could make it through what was coming and coming fast.

That possession rose with it. Purposed protectiveness. Truth that I was going to do whatever it took to take care of her. To be there for her no matter what happened.

My spirit clutched at that.

Daisy’s face flashing through my mind.

I blocked it out.

Not tonight.

Not tonight.

I would tell her tomorrow.

Tonight—we needed this.

I slipped my hands up her back and found the zipper of her dress. I peeled it down. The sound of it sparked in the air.

Electrified.

Every molecule charged.

A second away from when we would completely combust.

I dragged the straps of the dress from her shoulders and pulled it down, letting the entire thing pool at her feet.

Holy fuck.

“You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Violet stood there in this one-piece body suit. White lace and satin. The thinnest strip of material making up the straps and barely covering her nipples, the fullness of her breasts peeking out on both sides. Plunging down to go with the rest of her dress, so deep her belly button was exposed.

It rode high on her hips, her ass bare.

“You like?” she asked, standing there in only that and her high, high heels.

I choked through a needy laugh. “I am not okay. Turn around.”

Violet obeyed, turning around in a slow, tempting tease.

The bodysuit was backless, the slips of fabric that had covered her tits getting thinner and thinner until they were nothing but spaghetti straps that went over her shoulders and down her back. Those two straps T’d into one strip that disappeared between the lush cheeks of her ass.

I pressed my hand to her upper back and pushed her down. Her hands flew out to catch herself on the mattress of her bed.

With her bent over, I spread both palms over her bottom and squeezed tight. “You got any idea how perfect you are? What it’s like to be standing like this looking at you?”

She wiggled in my hold.

I nearly died right there.

She shifted so she could look back at me, thunderbolt eyes filled with hunger. “I need you, Richard. Need you right now. Need you in a way I’ve never needed anything in my life.”

“You already have me,” I promised, letting my fingertips part her cheeks, following the line of the strip. “So pretty,” I murmured.

She whimpered and pressed back when I barely grazed over her lips. Girl dripping wet. “See how much you need me, baby?”

“So much. More than you could ever know.” She pressed her face into the bed, and I was spreading my hands up her back, easing her up as I let my fingers slip under the straps at her shoulders. I dragged them down, pulling the bodysuit away at the same time and sliding it down her body as I towered over her from behind.

I shifted her just a fraction so she could see herself in the full-length mirror standing in the corner of her room.

Her tits jutted and perfectly round. Nipples puckered and begging for my touch. “Look at you,” I whispered at her ear.