His hands stay in his pockets like he doesn’t trust them. Like touching me would be a mistake he wouldn’t come back from.
“Dario,” I whisper, already breathless.
He tilts his head, the barest shift. “Yes?”
“You can kiss me now.”
The change is instant.
One hand lifts to my jaw. Gentle at first. Then firmer. Tilting my face up to his. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, testing the weight of his own restraint.
And then his mouth crashes into mine, not soft, not gentle, but starved.
His lips are hot and demanding. His mouth opens over mine, trying to memorize the shape of me with his tongue.
I make a noise, somewhere between a moan and a threat, and fist my hands in his shirt, dragging him closer. I want to unzip him and crawl inside.
He pushes me back a half-step against the wall by the door, crowding me in, his thigh between mine, his body all heat and muscle and low-simmering danger.
I grind against his leg like a girl who forgot what shame is.
He kisses like he holds knives, carefully, but he could cut you open and make you love it.
And I do.
I arch into him. Bite his bottom lip. He groans into my mouth and the sound makes my whole spine light up.
When he finally pulls back, I chase him.
I don’t want the kiss to end.
“Stevie,” he says, and it’s wrecked.
I rock against his thigh again.
His jaw tightens. His thigh shifts instinctively, pressure exactly where I need it.
That’s it. That’s the permission my body takes.
I move against him, grinding harder now, chasing friction, my breath coming apart, my hands clutching his shoulders. His grip on my hip tightens. His other hand slides into my hair, fist closing, holding me still while I fuck myself on him.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“I know,” I pant.
He doesn’t stop me. His thigh is solid and unyielding and perfect. His mouth moves to my throat, my collarbone, his teeth scraping just enough to make my pulse jump.
“I want you,” he says into my skin.
“Then fuck me,” I breathe.
He stills. Just for a second. Then his hands slide down to my jeans.
I help, wiggling free.
He rips my panties down my thighs. Fast. Brutal. Gone in a second. Then he unzips. Just enough. His cock springs free, hot and hard and heavy against my thigh.
He lifts me, effortless, decisive, and I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking, my back sliding against the wall as he settles me there.
