“Just us?” she asks, looking worried and a little green.
A possessive growl catches in my throat. “Just fuckin’ us.”
“Day by day.” She inhales sharply, mirroring me, letting her lips hover a breath away. “You and me.”
“Us.”
With that, I finally claim her mouth the way I’ve wanted to since yesterday. She melts into me with a tiny, breathy moan that shoots straight through my bloodstream and lights up every raw, aching nerve in my body, ending in my cock that strains to get to her.
It’s always like this when she’s around. Even when she’s not, and I’m thinking of her. Every inch of me is always desperate to get back to every inch of her.
Georgia’s hands fly to my chest, fingers curling in the fabric of my shirt like she needs something to hang on to. I cup the back of her head, threading my fingers into her red strands and tugging just enough to tilt her jaw the way I want it so I can deepen the kiss.
She parts for me with no hesitation, and the second my tongue slides against hers, she whimpers into my mouth—andfuck, I nearly lose it. The sound is soft, desperate, real. She kisses like she feels too much and trusts too little, like she’s trying to memorize me in case it all disappears.
But I kiss her like I’m trying to rewrite every lie she’s ever believed about not being wanted.
Her thighs lock around my hips, and I step closer, grinding my throbbing dick against her warm pussy. A pussy that tasted likehoney, and sin, sugar andmine. A pussy I can’t wait to have my lips and tongue wrapped around again.
I slide my hands down her body, slipping them under her to cup her ass so I can drag her against me roughly.
“Kade,” she whimpers, crossing her ankles for more leverage as she claws at me. “I need you.”
“Not yet,” I rasp, diving in for another wild, deep kiss that has her moaning into my mouth, hips grinding and thighs clenching.
Christ, this woman makes me lose my fuckin’ mind.
“Please,” she begs, hands gliding beneath my shirt, nails raking across my abs. “I’m so wet for you.”
A groan rattles my throat, and I seriously rethink the plans I made for us today. Unfortunately, I can’t reschedule nature, so after another minute, I reluctantly pull away.
With a huff, she tugs me right back by the band of my jeans.
Chuckling, I shake my head, heart hammering, blood burning through me. My lips work across her jaw, down her throat, and I sink my teeth in, mumbling against her,
“I’m not fuckin’ you on the counter today.”
“Why the hell not? It’s as good of a place as any.”
It’s the petulance in her voice and the cute pout that damn near drags me back in, but I pull away, forcing a few feet between my dick and the place it desperately wants to live inside.
“I said nottoday,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Not never.”
Panting hard, I stare down at her, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip, eyes raking over the damage I did. Her hair’s a mess, eyes are glazed, lips red and puffy, beard burn across her jaw, and there's a nice pink mark on her neck from my teeth.
Pride and possessiveness swell inside me.
“Still want to run?” I ask, voice hoarse, ignoring the way she’s trying to draw me back in. If I allow it, I’ll lose myself in her, and I can’t. Not right now.
She shakes her head, breath shuddering. “I really don’t.”
“Good,” I rasp, pressing another kiss to her mouth, slower this time. “Because we have plans I can’t reschedule.”
Her brows pinch, but her lips curve into an excited smile as she asks softly, “Really?”
It takes more effort than I care to admit to step away from her, but I do, grabbing my hat from where I left it on the island and tugging it over my hair.
“Yeah,” I say, flashing a grin. “We’ve got somewhere to be in about an hour.”
