I kissed him.
Slow.Sweet.
But it didn’t stay that way.
His hands slid down to my hips, fingers gripping tight as he walked me backward toward the bar.I followed willingly, and heat licked down my spine.When my back hit the wood, he leaned in, one arm braced by my side.
“You feel safe with me?”he asked low.
“Yes.”
“You trust me?”
I nodded, my breath hitching.“Yeah.”
His lips crashed into mine before I could say another word.
It wasn’t rushed.It wasn’t messy.
It was consuming.
Like we’d both been holding back and finally decided to let it all go.
My hands slipped under his shirt.He groaned against my mouth, and I smiled, loving that I could pull that sound from him with just a touch.
Twister broke the kiss only long enough to tug his shirt over his head and toss it onto the barstool behind him.I ran my palms over his chest and traced his muscles and ink like I was memorizing a map.He didn’t stop me.Just stood there with half-lidded eyes, like he was doing the same to me.
His hands slipped under the hem of my tank top and began lifting it.I raised my arms, heart pounding, and let him peel it off me.The second it hit the floor, his gaze dragged over me.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured and brushed his lips across my collarbone.“Every part of you.”
My bra joined the tank top, and then his hands were on my face, tender and slow, like I was something rare he didn’t want to break.
“I want to take my time tonight,” he said, his voice low and rough with meaning.“You good with that, doll?”
My breath caught.“Yeah.I want that too.”
He kissed me again, softer this time, deep and unhurried, and my whole body melted into him.
Then, without a word, he reached down, laced his fingers through mine, and guided me toward the stairs.The lights from the bar faded behind us, replaced by the creak of old wood and the thud of my heart.Each step felt like we were crossing a line I wasn’t going to come back from.And I didn’t want to.
When we reached the landing, I pushed open the door to my apartment and backed into the room to pull him with me.Twister shut the door behind us.
We finished undressing each other slowly while our hands roamed.We moved toward the bed like gravity was guiding us there.There was no rush.No frenzy.Just him and me, steady and deliberate.
He lay me back on the bed and crawled over me.One arm braced beside my head, and the other traced a slow path down my thigh.My breath hitched as I wrapped my legs around his waist and welcomed the weight of him.
When he entered me, it was slow and intense.My hands fisted in the sheets, then slid up into his hair as I tried to anchor myself to him as he moved.
“Tempi,” he whispered, like a prayer.
I answered with his name, and my voice broke around it.
Twister.
The world outside that room could burn, and I wouldn’t have noticed.The only rhythm I cared about was the one we made together.
He kissed me as he moved, his mouth finding mine again and again like he couldn’t bear the distance between us, not even for a second.
