She was really going to do it, wasn’t she?
Withhim?In some stranger’s disgusting bathroom?
No.
She deserves better than that.
Bitterness slips in before I can stop it. “I thought you said you couldn’t sleep with someone you didn’t know?”
Her head snaps back to me, her eyes locking onto mine, and my heart stumbles.
“Yeah, well,” she says with a shrug, “I changed my mind.”
“Changed your mind, huh?” I almost want to scoff, but I hold it in, taking a step closer.
She’s so close now I can smell that sweet, familiar perfume—the one that’s been stuck in my head for weeks, driving me fucking insane.
“Too bad,” I murmur, my voice low as I lean in, closing the space between us until I can feel her breath on my skin. Her chest rises and falls quickly, and I feel the heat radiating off her. “Because I’ve changed mine.”
She blinks, my words working through her. I watch, waiting for it to click, and when it does, she shakes her head and takes a step back—only there’s nowhere to go.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice unsteady.
What am I doing?
Exactly what Ishould’vedone the first time I saw her.
What I wanted to do in the locker room, instead of walking away like a coward.
What I’ve wanted to do every damn time she’s near me.
And this time?
I’m not fucking running.
I reach out, curling my hand around the back of her neck, my thumb brushing softly over her skin.
She gasps, breath catching, and her eyes flick to my mouth—lips parted, glossy, so damn kissable it hurts.
A low groan rumbles in my chest as memories crash over me—her taste, her sounds, her body pressed tight against mine.
I can’t hold back anymore.
“Taking what I fucking want.”
Before she can react, I yank her against me, crashing my lips to hers.
Every second I’ve spent denying myself, every night I’ve laid awake thinking about her—it all explodes the second our mouths meet. She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t pull away. She melts into me, her fingers curling into my shirt, gripping me like she needs this just as badly.
A low groan rumbles in my chest as I tilt her head back, deepening the kiss, sliding my tongue between her parted lips. Fuck, she tastes good. Addictive. Like something I’ve been dying for but never let myself have.
It’s fire. It’s reckless. It’sperfect.
When I finally pull back, both of us gasping for breath, I take her in—the way her lips are swollen, the way her chest rises and falls too fast, the way she’s still clinging to me like she’s afraid I’ll move away.
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, smirking when her breath catches.
“You want your rebound?” I let my lips brush against hers again, feeling her shiver. “You fucking got it.”
