I take a step back, ready to run away and pretend that this didn’t happen, when there is a shuffling noise from the other side of the door.
My heart jumps into my throat, and I’m pretty sure I stop breathing.
“I swear to God, Storm, if you’ve lost your fucking key agai—” Kodie’s words are cut off the second the door opens a few inches and he finds me, not his roommate, standing on the other side. “Casey?” His brows pinch in confusion and his hand lifts to rub the back of his neck.
He’s shirtless, and his pants are open.
He looks hot.
Unbelievably hot.
“I-I’m sorry,” I blurt, clearly having got the wrong end of the stick.
Shame and embarrassment burn up my up my neck and to my face, no doubt turning it a mortifying shade of red.
“I’ll just…” I take a step back. “I’ll just go and?—”
“No,” he barks before reaching out and twisting his fingers in the front of my jersey.
I shriek as I’m dragged forward.
One second I’m getting ready to run and hide, and then next, Kodie has me pinned against the closed hotel room door.
I stare up at him in disbelief as my chest heaves and my body burns with need.
His eyes search mine. It’s almost as if he’s trying to convince himself that it’s really me. That I’m really in front of him.
“I didn’t think you were going to come,” he says, his voice low and raspy. It hits me right between my legs, making me even more desperate for him.
“I-I wasn’t sure if I was imagining the invite,” I whisper as he nudges his knee between my thighs.
“Can’t stop fucking thinking about you,” he confesses, leaning closer.
His lips are so close to mine, the heat of them burns.
Tilting my chin up, I search them out, desperate for him to touch me. But he doesn’t allow it.
“Tell me not to do this, Casey,” he begs.
His eyes bounce between mine, his expression tight and tortured.
He’s riding the fine edge of wanting to do the right thing but needing to do the other, just like I am.
“I-I—” I stutter before swallowing and licking my lips. “I can’t. I want you.”
Not a second after the confession falls from my lips does he claim them.
A loud moan erupts before he sucks the bottom one into his mouth, gently sucking.
Heat blooms in my core as he pushes his thigh farther between mine.
His fingers wrap around the back of my neck, his thumb pressing against the underside of my jaw, tilting my head exactly where he wants it before his tongue pushes past my lips.
I sag against the wall, against his thigh, as we collide, his taste filling my mouth.
I didn’t think I’d get to experience this again.
My hands slide up his thick arms before I loop them around his shoulders.
