love is the only one that describes what I’m feeling.
“I want to get to know you too,” he answers gruffly. “I want to know you without all of this bullshit in the way.”
I want to touch him but he’s all the way on the floor. “Please sleep with me.”
“Baby steps.”
“We already slept in my bed together.”
“I was drunk. That doesn’t count. And it wasn’t my bed.”
“Then let’s go sleep in my bed.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” he promises, looking at Willow’s picture on the mirror.
I ignore the party still raging and open my bedroom door. There are two naked humans conjoined at the hip and twisted in my sheets. The man is pumping into her like she’s his everything and her nails are digging into his back like he’s going somewhere. I quietly close my door and go back to Kent’s room. He raises his eyebrows at me.
“Samantha and Trevor are having sex in my bed.”
He laughs. “You’re kidding?”
I make a face and he laughs harder. “I keep walking in on people having sex.”
That makes his smile fall. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Twice,” he adds apologetically. “If I had to see you with another man I’d…” He can’t even finish. “You’re way too good for me.”
I lock his bedroom door. “Get in your bed.”
“You’re bossy,” he says, backing away from me as I stalk him.
I grab him by his hips and start pushing him backwards. “Get your ass in that bed and sleep with me.”
He falls back onto the bed and I stand in front of him. He puts his hand on my waist and pulls me until I’m straddling his lap. Our chests are pressed together and his face is so close. I plunge my fingers into his hair and move so my legs are wrapped around his waist. There. Now he can’t leave.
His hands run up and down my back slowly, tempting me, destroying me. I know it’s wrong, unhealthy, and disastrous even, but I want to be with him right now.
I find his mouth and kiss him, easing his lips open and putting my tongue inside until his meets me halfway. He tastes so damn good. Like whiskey and the chewable mints he was eating in the kitchen. I want to be one with him. I want our bodies wrapped around each other until I can’t tell where I begin and he ends.
I don’t want this to end.
His hands tighten around me, pulling me against him. I tilt my head to the side more so I can reach the inside of his mouth even deeper. I’ve never kissed someone this way before, like they were worth losing everything over. As if their breath was somehow more important than my own. If he let me go I would fall apart. I would break, crumble, and succumb to the disaster he’s wreaking inside of me. In his arms I’m whole in a way I’ve never been.
I know he’s feeling the same thing. I can sense it in his lips. They match my movements. No one can kiss this deeply if they’re not falling apart themselves. I pretend he’s leaving Willow behind and reaching for me. Our mouths become desperate. We’re pleading with the other, begging for something we ourselves do not understand yet.
He leans back on his bed and takes me with him. I inch higher on his lap and connect with the risen hardness of his erection. It’s like a mountain between my legs. I’m done for. Our passion sweeps over me. I know it’s like in the bathroom all over again. The pool is happening again and I can’t stop it. I rise off his lap, take my lips back, and yank my black top over my head.
“Raina,” he groans, mad I broke our kiss. “Give me back that smart mouth. I need it.”
“Take your shirt off.” I am on fire. I reach behind and undo my bra. My breasts ache when I set them free. I can’t see straight.
His eyes take my body in. I can feel them sliding over my skin, chasing away my insecurities. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rain.”
My nipples harden under his stare. Being exposed in front of him is an unbelievable turn on. I’m glad it’s Kent I’m giving myself to. I’m glad I waited all this time for a man I wanted instead of settling for one who only wanted me. He reaches up and cups me in his hands. The sensation of his warm skin on my