The kiss turned urgent.Desperate.Like we were both chasing something we couldn’t name.
His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down.I lifted my hips in response and let him peel them away.I was wearing nothing underneath.
He groaned, low and primal, and pressed his forehead to mine.
“You’re gonna ruin me, Tempi.”
“Then let me,” I whispered.
His mouth found mine again, even hungrier than before.My body arched into him as his hands roamed, possessive, greedy, familiar.The heat between us built like wildfire, and when he pushed me back gently, he laid me down against the cool surface of the bar, and I shivered from the contrast.The wood was smooth beneath my back, but cold enough to make me gasp when it met my skin.
Thank God for a big bar.
I was never going to look at it the same way again.
Twister stood over me like a storm about to break, his body casting mine in shadow as his hands framed my hips.My legs parted for him instinctively, like my body already knew what came next.
He popped open the button of his jeans, and they dropped to the floor.He kicked off his boots.
We moved together as I turned to lay horizontally on the bar, and he climbed up between my legs.
“I need you,” I whispered.My voice was ragged and hungry.
His eyes locked on mine, wild and intense.It was like he could see straight through my skin to the ache beneath it.His hand slid up the side of my neck.His fingers were rough with calluses but gentle in the way they cupped my jaw.
“I’m yours,” he said, and God, the way he meant it shattered something in me.
The words hovered between us.
Then he kissed me.
Not soft.Not sweet.
It was claiming and desperate and filled with everything we hadn’t said until now.
His mouth crushed mine, and his tongue swept deep as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer.His weight settled over me and pressed me into the bar as he devoured my mouth and ground against the apex of my thighs.
He stared down at me like I was something sacred.Like I was his.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured and trailed kisses down my neck.Between my breasts and over the curve of my ribs.His hands were everywhere, steadying my hips, brushing the inside of my thighs, stroking my skin like he couldn’t get enough.
“Please,” I breathed, lifting my hips to meet him.“Twister—”
He growled low in his throat, and when he pushed into me, it wasn’t rushed.It was deep, slow, and deliberate.Like he needed me to feel every inch of him.
I gasped and clutched his shoulders.My back arched off the bar, and his hand slid behind me to cradle the back of my neck, keeping me close.
His forehead dropped to mine.“You feel like heaven, baby.”
We moved together like we’d been made for this.His thrusts were strong and steady, while his hands gripped my thighs as he drove deeper.All I could hear was his breathing and his voice in my ear, “Tempi…”
God, the way he said it.
Like a prayer.Like a promise.
I was already there, shaking apart beneath him, and my nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure surged.He kissed me through it, swallowed my cries as I came undone, and then chased his own high with a deep, desperate groan that made my whole body clench again.
He collapsed against me, and his weight ground me in the best way.
