I swooped her up. She squealed in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and melted into me.
I carried her into her room. The whole time, I kissed her slow and desperate.
She whimpered and sighed, that honeyed tongue playing and dancing and teasing against mine.
Strokes and licks.
Desire lapped and sizzled and flamed.
Growing in strength.
I only stopped long enough to shut her door and click the lock before I set her in the middle of her room. “Let me look at you.”
“I think you’ve been lookin’ at me all night,” she teased.
A rough chuckle curled up my chest. “Not possible to pay attention to anything else when I’ve got heaven staring back at me.”
Heat crept up her chest and splashed her cheeks.
Girl so fucking sexy and so fucking sweet.
“You wreck me, Violet. Absolutely destroy me.”
“You ruined me the first time you touched me.”
“Hope you’re good with me touchin’ you time and time again.” It came out a warning.
She breezed out the wisp of a sigh. “I’m just fine with you ripping me apart while you’re keeping me together.”
Lust burst in my blood. A dam breaking way and sweeping away all control.
Need overwhelming.
Crushing.
Guts tied up and body aching to get lost in this girl.
“Gonna devour every inch of that delicious body,” I muttered, voice scraping the heated air.
Energy banged against the walls.
Trembled underfoot.
“You better.” I heard it for what it was. A demand.
My hands drove into her hair, and I jerked her mouth against mine in a punishing kiss.
She returned it, this girl giving me her all.
My hands found her neck, and I rode them all the way down to tease at her nipples through the clingy fabric. “This dress. This fucking dress, Violet. You are killing me, baby. Can’t handle how bad I want you. Every second. Every day. Not ever gonna let you go.”
“That’s good because I won’t let you leave me.” She pushed her hands to my chest and ran them up under my jacket, shoving it from my shoulders. I twisted out of it and let it drop to the floor, my hands rushing back to grip her by the hips.
I tugged her against my throbbing cock. “Feel that? What you do to me?”
Violet whimpered, and she started jerking through the buttons on my shirt. “I want to feel it. Want to feel it all.”
Yes-fucking-please.
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, BLEEDING STARS, FIGHT FOR ME, CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART, and FALLING STARS novels. Watch out for her upcoming stand-alone, FALLING INTO YOU, releasing September 21st.
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