to as—" My words are cut off by her lips and turn into a low groan of approval as her tongue finds its way into my mouth to search out my own.
My fingers slide into her hair, allowing me to deepen the kiss and take everything I've been craving since the second I pulled her into my arms the morning Jay turned up with her on my doorstep.
"Kenny," I moan against her lips as I spin around and walk her backward toward my bed.
The second her legs hit the mattress, I lower her down, crawling over her body so I don't break the kiss.
Her hands slip under my shirt. My entire body shivers with her burning touch before she drags it up my body. Reaching behind me, I grab onto the back and pull it off, only leaving her lips for the briefest of moments so the fabric can pass.
"Fuck, do you know how long I've waited for this?" I whisper against the bruised skin of her neck, before licking over the spot.
"Conner," she warns, and I once again prepare myself for her to put a stop to this. My body tenses, ready to fall down beside her and watch her leave. But that's not what she's thinking. "If you're going to try to make love to me then I'll go back and find Aaron." Hearing her mutter his name while she's beneath me on my bed makes something snap inside me.
"Aaron? You want fucking Aaron right now?" I ask, sitting up as the anger I felt watching him with his hands on her floods back.
"No, Conner. I want you. I want you to fuck me so hard I don't even know my own name. But if you can't manage that because you want to whisper sweet fucking nothings in my ear, then I'll just..." She pushes up on her elbows as if she's about to crawl out from under me, but she doesn't get the chance.
My fingers wrap around her throat and I push until she has no choice but to fall back onto the mattress.
Her eyes widen in shock but darken with desire until the hazel is replaced by black.
With my hand still holding her captive, I reach for the bottle and down two shots. I don't need to look at her to know she's watching my every move. My skin burns wherever her eyes land.
I take another shot in my mouth, but I don't swallow this time. Instead, I fold back over her, press my lips to hers and let her take it from me. I lick across her cheek and down her neck, where it spills over, before sinking my teeth into her soft flesh.
"Yes," she cries out.
"You want me to fuck you like I hate you, K?" My eyes meet hers and an understanding passes between us. She knows I'd never deny her of anything she needs. She nods just once to confirm before I wrap my hands around her small top and rip it from her body.
My mouth drops to one of her breasts as I settle myself between her thighs. My hand slides up to her hip, pushing her skirt up and pinning her to the bed with an unforgiving grip.
I suck, bite and lick at her breasts until she's crying out my name and writhing beneath me. Her nails claw at my back with such force I start to wonder if she's drawing blood.
"Conner, more. I need more."
Reaching for the bottle once more, I finish what's left—much to her frustration—but I don't let it bother me. She wants me to show her just how fucking angry I am at her for avoiding me since she arrived, then she's going to fucking get it.
Her skirt and panties are gone in seconds and thrown somewhere across the room before I wrap my hands around her thighs and push them as wide as they'll go.
"Conner," she cries out, attempting to move in my grip, but I'm having none of it.
"Don't ask for more than you can handle, babe," I taunt before diving for her pussy.
I lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit and circle it.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she screams. A smile pulls at my lips at her reaction.
Her fingers twist in my hair, and the longer I tease her, the more I think she's going to rip it from my scalp, but even the pain that shoots down my spine from her frustration isn't enough to allow her to fall