First Comes Love

She laughs again and shakes her head. “You’re outrageous, you know that?”

“You may have mentioned it.”

“Completely full of yourself.”

I nod, grinning. “Basically.”

“Does anyone ever tell you no?”

“Not often,” I admit, then twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “But you did. Up until about ten minutes ago. You going to tell me no again?”

I tell myself it’s okay if she does. If she isn’t feeling this pull toward me like I feel toward her.

But the intense relief that hits me takes me by surprise when she says, “Not tonight.”

Avery gives me a smile that’s full of intention and lust, and my cock hardens instantly.

“So, what’ll it be?” I murmur. “Your place or mine?”

“Considering we’re just around the corner, mine.”

Fuck yeah.

I pull her to me, right there in the middle of the restaurant, and frame her face with my hands. Then I kiss her senseless.

Her hands roam up my chest, fisting in my shirt like they did this morning, and she kisses me back, everything I suspected about this woman spot on.

All that wild, fiery passion comes

out, unleashed in a single kiss that singes me from head to toe.

Holy hell. How can a single kiss make me feel like everything I’ve ever been missing but didn’t know I was missing is now standing right here in front of me?

She must feel it too because when she pulls away, she’s unsteady, clinging to me, unsteady as she stares into my eyes like she’s seeing me for the first time.

“Let’s go,” she says. “Now.”

I smile and wind my fingers through hers as I steer her out of the restaurant. It looks like I may have met my match.

Avery

If I’d been asked last week what I thought of Finn Turner, it would have been a one-hundred-eighty-degree difference from what I think now.

As we make our way into my apartment in a bit of a frenzy, our hands everywhere at once, roaming and clutching at each other in an effort to get our clothes off, I can’t help but wonder if it was fate that brought us together on the 6 Train the other morning. Maybe I’m a bit of a hippie, but that kind of thing totally jives with me.

It’s like we were meant to clash over this just so we could cum together. I see a lot of myself in him, that same intense passion, and I want more.

A lot more. Right now.

I just know that it’s going to be explosive.

Finn kicks the door shut, then pushes me back against it, his mouth taking mine like he’s possessed. His tongue plunges in, twining with mine in hot, needy strokes that drive me wild.

I fist my hands in his hair as he leaves a hot path of kisses down my neck. I kick my shoes off, moaning as his lips latch over my breast through the fabric of my dress. My hands shove his open shirt off his wide shoulders and down to the floor. I already took care of the buttons on the elevator up. I scratch my fingers across his back as he winds his hands around to my back and unzips my dress, shoving it down to the floor too. I step out and kick it away, standing there before him completely naked.

He reaches between my legs, then jerks back when his fingers meet hot, slick flesh. His eyes blaze with lust as he looks down then back up at me, his eyebrows flying up. “Going commando, are we, Ms. Samuels?”

I look down, feigning surprise. “Well, how do you think that happened?”