he slammed his eyes closed and hissed. I felt his arousal nestled between my legs and pressed my hips closer. His hands cupped my buttocks, and he finally looked at me.
“Last chance to leave, Ali.”
I tightened the hold around his waist. “I’m not leaving until you have me screaming your name.”
I barely got the words out of my mouth before his lips crashed over mine. His arms banded around my body, and I suddenly felt the wall behind me as he pushed against me. Just as I got used to the feel of him, he shifted, and we were moving.
I pulled my mouth away from his and began coating his jaw and neck with kisses, biting under his ear as he started up the steps. I had never been carried up the steps so quickly, and we were barely at the top when he was pulling my hair, removing my mouth from his neck. He directed my mouth back to his, as I saw us pass through a doorway with my partially opened eyes.
A few seconds later, we were falling, and I bounced slightly on his chest as we hit the mattress. He barely paused as he twisted me so that I was under him. Hadn’t I already known that he would do that? Hadn’t I once thought that he would protect me if I ever fell? What other man would have thought of protecting my body from his weight as we tumbled to the bed? No one that I knew.
Our hands were everywhere, and I arched as he lifted my shirt. It was only then that I thought about how sweaty and dirty I was, but I didn’t think that he was going to care.
He pulled back only long enough to remove my shirt, and then he yanked his over his head. His green eyes were dark and intense as he stared down at me, and I shivered. The only light was coming from the hallway, but I didn’t need to see. I needed to feel.
I moaned as he slipped down my body, crushing my right breast with his mouth over my bra, before pulling back the cup and latching on to the nipple again. I held him there, needing him as I squeezed my legs around his waist.
He let that one go, rolling us to the center of the bed on our sides so that he could unlatch the back. He started to shift me to my back again, but I pushed him to his instead, and rolled on top of him, pressing my groin down against his throbbing length.
He lifted his head, tasting one breast then the other, burying his face between them as he licked his way around. He picked me up off his hips, tossing me to the side and making me giggle. A moment later, I saw the smile as his mouth returned to mine, and his hands pulled at the waistband of my leggings.
I wiggled out of them, loving the feel of his rough cargo pants against my sensitive flesh. He pulled me to the edge of the bed as he went to his knees between my legs. He was masterful, making me climb swiftly to the point of explosion, and then he paused. “Don’t forget to scream it, baby.”
My hands went to the back of his head and pulled him forward again; a few seconds later, I did what he asked. I screamed his name as I wriggled over the mattress. My only thought was that he wouldn’t kick me out now that I had.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harvey
It was rough sitting next to her in the car, but when we arrived at my house and she wanted to help me bring things in, well, I wasn’t sure I wanted that. Okay, so I wanted it—and a whole lot more, but I didn’t think it was wise.
She walked away with a bin in her hands, and I stared at the subtle swish of her hips. This woman was trouble; I could feel it—and damn—did I want her kind of trouble.
I was trying to do the right thing here, trying to be a gentleman, but she just had to push. Her green eyes were bright as she stared at me and told me she wasn’t leaving. I wanted to carry her to the door, set her down safely outside, and then step back and bolt every lock on my door, but I didn’t.
I caved.
I lost myself in that first kiss. I was consumed by the feel