Page 69 of Violent Little Thing

She did a face dive into my chest, and I used her momentum to pull her off her knees and over my body.

She straddled me, her face going into my neck, as she said, “I’m really, really, really about to die here.” She inhaled deeply, breathing my scent into her lungs. “That striptease leading to the shower show was a freakin’ turn-on.”

“Hmmm,” I said, inhaling her scent right back. “Why do you smell like peaches?”

“I had one before bed,” she said. “I brushed my teeth, but I’m pretty sure some of the juice got in my hair.”

I snorted out a laugh, my fingers going to said hair.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked, pressing an open mouth kiss to her throat.

She inhaled swiftly. “I don’t know, but I hope that you do it pretty soon. Like I said, I’m dying here.”

“We can’t have that,” I murmured quietly.

I skimmed my hands up the length of her back, under my shirt she was wearing, and found bare skin.

No bra and no panties.

Was she trying to kill me?

“You wore my shirt and nothing else to bed?” I rasped, my cock hardening.

“You said you were sleeping on the couch,” she pointed out. “And I couldn’t find what box they were in. I was just exhausted and the thought of going through fifteen boxes to find which one I stuffed my undies in sounded awful.”

I chuckled. “Maybe if you’re so exhausted…”

She ripped her shirt off and threw herself at me, winding her hands around my neck.

I kissed her back, unable to do anything else.

She tasted like toothpaste and peaches, a combination that I never thought I’d find as appealing as I did in that moment.

She pulled away, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs, and said, “Whoa.”

I agreed with the sentiment.

It was probably a good thing that I didn’t know what she tasted like until now.

Otherwise, we would’ve gotten nothing done.

Her fingers fisted in my hair, and she looked at me like she’d never seen me before.

“I’ve thought you were an asshole since the first moment we met,” she mused, her fingers sifting through my wet hair. “But one day, I woke up, and I wasn’t mad at you anymore. I just wanted to kiss you.”

“So kiss me.”

She leaned down, her breasts brushing my chest as she kissed me.

Her mouth was hot and sweet, tasting and exploring.

My cock was a hard, insistent push between her thighs, and I hated that I was still wrapped in a towel.

If I wasn’t, I’d be inside of her right now.

Which was probably a good thing. We needed to slow this down. We needed to…

She stood up, giving me a great aerial view of her pussy.