I chuckled and sealed my lips over hers again, prying her mouth open with my tongue.
She scratched her nails over my scalp, and I groaned.
“Casey.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
I slid my hands to her thighs and lifted her off her feet, slamming her back against the door and holding her in place with my body against her front.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t even know. How can you hold me up?”
I grinned at her. “Beautiful, I carry around bags of dirt for a living. I’ll carry you to my bed if you let me.”
“You will?”
“When you’re ready.”
“I’m ready. Let’s go.”
I pulled back and looked closely at her. “Are you sure about that?”
“I wanted you the night of the bachelorette party. I wanted you when you took us for dinner and ice cream. I wanted you the day I was in here and knocked down your display. Trust me when I say I want you, Landon.”
I kissed her hard, needing to feel the passion between us. I craved her, unlike anyone I’d ever known. I would stop if she said to, but it would hurt.
I made sure she was secure in my hold, then pushed away from the door and carried her to the stairs up to my apartment.
She pulled back from our kiss as I took the first step. “You don’t have to carry me up.”
“There’s no more blood in my brain because of the way you looked at me when I said I’d carry you to my bed. Between how much I want you and the adrenaline coursing through me, I’m not stopping until you’re unable to walk.”
“Then hurry up because I might combust right here.”
“Hold on, beautiful.”
She gripped me tighter with her arms and legs, and I raced up the stairs with one hand on her ass and the other on the handrail. I opened my apartment door and stalked across the small space to my bedroom, kicking the doors closed on my way, just in case anyone showed up.
Casey didn’t let go of me as I lowered her to the bed, dragging me down on top of her. I kissed her again, passion driving my every move.
“Don’t go slow,” she whispered.
“Couldn’t if I wanted to, but you need to tell me you want this. You want me. I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I’ll regret it if you’re not inside me within two minutes.”
I smirked and kissed her with slow, thick plunges of my tongue into her mouth and a rock of my hips against her center.
She whimpered and twisted to get me to hit where she wanted me.
“Two minutes isn’t nearly long enough for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to feel you come at least twice before I slide your favorite dick inside you.”
