you.
His nose flared as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he claimed but didn’t move away, his hand gliding up my bare thigh to my ass.
“Shit!” I arched more, my hips rolling into him, feeling him pulse and harden. A noise moved up my throat; I was unable able to stop my hips from opening.
Needing.
Wanting.
I could no longer think. All the complications evaporated from my mind.
Primal.
Basic.
Running on need and want.
We stared at each other, the air between us tangible with desire. I was pulsing, hot, and wet. A guttural noise quaked his chest, and I knew he could feel it too.
We should have walked away right now. Done the responsible, right thing.
“Fuck it.” Desire stormed his expression. The barrier we’d tried to build between us shattered into pieces. His hands dropped from my hips, curving around my jaw, growling deeply as his mouth crashed into mine. The moment our lips met, searing hot desire rushed through my torso and between my thighs. His mouth was desperate and demanding. His tongue slipped past my lips and an embarrassing moan broke from my throat.
Holy shit. I wasn’t the type who made breathy porn noises, something I found awkward and put on.
With Smith?
Oh. My. God.
My mouth claimed his deeper. Hunger and desperation rolled up my legs, my hands moving to his insane body pulling him closer to me. Snaking up his shirt, my fingers explored every inch of his torso. I pinched his nipple like he did mine the other night.
Smith reacted instantly, a rumble echoed in his throat as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back smashing up against the brick wall. Our breaths were ragged and needy.
“Fuck, Kins.” He grunted, nipping at my lower lip, his hips rolling into mine, stimulating every nerve in my body. I wanted him. Now. “I knew if I started, I’d never want to stop.” His hand pushed up my dress past my hips.
“Thought you said you wouldn’t sleep with me.” I gasped as his teeth dragged down my neck, his fingers nudged under the fabric of my underwear.
A chuckle vibrated in his throat. “I said sleep… We’re not going to be sleeping.” His fingers rubbed my folds before sinking in.
“Oh fuck.” My head fell back against the wall.
“Shhiiitt,” he hissed. “We should stop now.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “No.”
He grinned darkly. “I meant get back to the hotel before I fuck you in this alleyway.”
“No.” I squeezed against his fingers, causing him to moan. “Here.”
“Here?”
I nodded, my body moving against him.
His gaze locked on to mine, sparking with hunger.
“You like it. Just like at the bar… knowing we could be caught. Them watching me fuck you?”
“Yes.” A thrill zinged up my spine, my hands going to his jeans. I had never thought about having sex in public, ever. But Smith brought out this other side of me. The one who wanted to be impulsive, wild, and feel everything without embarrassment or fear. Dance out of my box.
A rumble came from him, his mouth claiming mine again. His kiss alone could make me orgasm.
Popping the buttons of his jeans, I shoved them over his hips, tugging at his boxer-briefs. The tip was already wet. My hand gripped his massive size, rubbing down his length. Shit, he was huge.
A hiss tore from his teeth as he bit down on the curve of my neck. My lips parted with a gasp as I moaned.
Voices and laughter down the lane drew my attention for a moment to the groups of people crowding the street, moving between venues in this hot night. The few stopping at the opening of the alley way talking heightening the thrill.
My hand worked him, rubbing the tip, loving the thrill rushing into my veins that people were so close and unaware.
“If we were smart, we would stop now. Walk away from each other,” he croaked, his fingers moving in deep and faster, pumping air frantically from my lungs.
My legs gripped his hips tighter, dreading the idea of him actually stopping.
“Good thing we are not smart.” I gripped his face, covering his lips with mine, kissing him with everything I had, surging with desire.
“Kins…” My name came out frantic, the fabric of my knickers sliding down, every touch tantalizing, forming more energy between us. “We need to stop. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control and clean.” I never had unprotected sex. I was always responsible and sane enough to stop before. The idea of stopping was