Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,45

feeling a bit shy. Now that I had him alone, what did I do next? Ask him about that declaration, or not waste time and finally kiss those tantalizing lips I’d been dying to taste all night?

“I hope this—" I started to say, but my words were cut off with a frenzied, but all too brief, kiss.

“Do you know how badly I wanted to pull you across that bar and suck on that lip you were biting?” Stellan growled against my mouth.

“Then do it now,” I demanded breathlessly.

With a groan, Stellan covered my mouth again. I sagged into his body and let out a long whimper as he did exactly as I suggested and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. As he licked at the flesh, my knees threatened to buckle. Stellan’s arms snaked around my waist, holding me tightly against him, before deepening the kiss.

He’d worn his hair down, just as I liked it, and I wasted no time plunging my hands into the long locks. I gripped the strands tightly, holding his head in place as we kissed as if it’d been weeks rather than hours since we’d seen each other last. Stellan’s taste was even better than I remembered, and his hands just as strong as they held me against him. And the bulge that pressed against my stomach told me he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

“Wait,” he gasped as he ripped his mouth from mine. “We need to slow down.”

“Really?” I asked and rolled my eyes in annoyance. “You want to have that conversation now?”

Stellan chuckled and ran his finger over my bottom lip. “No, not at all. I just meant we’re at your work and have limited time. What I want to do to you will require way more than a few minutes.”

I shivered at the promise his words conveyed. “Oh.”

“Exactly. And I don’t think it’ll be a good idea for you to go back out there with that huge hard-on I feel. So it’s probably for the best we stop and collect ourselves.”

“What can I say? You turn me on.”

Stellan grinded his hips against mine. “Ditto.”

I closed my eyes and groaned at the feeling of our cocks rubbing against each other, and it reminded me of how we came together the night before. My fingers were still buried in his hair, and I couldn’t help but pull his head back to mine. Sure, he said we needed to slow down, but what would one more kiss hurt?

The next few minutes were spent standing in the middle of the break room as we made out like teenagers. When we broke apart again, Stellan had to take a few steps back so we could have some much-needed space between us.

“What are you doing when you get off?” Stellan asked. At the arch of my eyebrow, he chuckled and added, “From here.”

“Nothing. Just going home and relaxing before falling asleep.”

“Will you be too tired for company?”

Usually I was hesitant for someone to see my crummy apartment. But he already knew where I lived and didn’t judge me for it, so I was okay with him coming over. Besides, if we were going to be together, I couldn’t keep something as insignificant as my temporary living situation from him.

“It depends on who the company is,” I teased when I answered him.

“Someone who’s tall and covered in tattoos?”

“Only if he’s mine,” I said, testing him to see if he’d backtrack after making that claim.

Maybe he had said it to be intimidating to Blaine. Maybe he spoke in the heat of the moment after hearing Blaine saying he’d punch me. Whatever the reason, I wanted nothing more than to be Stellan’s, and I hoped like hell he meant it. My words hung in the air, like a dialogue bubble you see in comics, and I held my breath waiting for him to respond.

His eyes sparked before darkening as he stalked closer to me. With a growl that was possessive and primal, he pulled me into his arms and gave me a quick kiss that was hard and bruising. It was as if that kiss was staking his claim, and I was definitely his for the taking.

“As far as I’m concerned you are, but we can discuss it…later.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Which part?”

“Both.”

Stellan smiled at my answer, and we ended the conversation with more lips and probing tongues. But finally, my break was over, and I had to get back to work. Stellan promised he’d swing by