Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(29)

She raises a defiant eyebrow and with her chin tipped, leans in just enough that her breath brushes my lips. “Just when I’m pissed?”

I swallow the remaining distance between us and relish in the heat her body exudes pushed up against mine. My eyebrow twitches with a silent dare. I wait for her to make the first move. Not because I have an issue with being the one to shove her back against the wall, but because I would fucking love for her to be the one in control, demanding and taking what she wants from me.

“No,” I reply, my voice becoming raspy and strained from the unreleased tension building between us. “You’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. No matter what you say or do.”

I drag my palm down the wall and slowly move it to the side of her arm. Goosebumps rise on the smooth skin beneath my fingertips. She swallows, bobbing her head slightly before she's grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me towards her. Her lips are on mine instantly. It’s an urgent, dirty, needy kiss that has me groaning into her mouth with a feeling of relief and utter desire to have more of her. She swallows the sound, our tongues now tangled and my blood pumping in my ears to an off tempo beat.

Her palms move to my chest, laying flat and firm before she's pushing me, my back slamming against the wall. I smile against her lips when she slides her fingers under the fabric of my shirt and drags them up my skin, touching as much of me as she can, as if she forgot the feel of my body. The air between us crackles, charged with pure sexual frustration. I want to take her right here, right now. But I’m aware of where we are and who we came here with. It’s not the time or place, regardless of how bad my cock wants to slip inside her hot walls and fuck her until she can’t stand straight.

Deciding that I might as well take as much as I can while she’s here, I release her mouth and thread my fingers in her hair, moving it away from her face. A string of muttered words fall between us at the sheer sight of her right now. Lust drunk and frazzled, her eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown, and panted breaths seep from her swollen mouth. I clench my fingers in her silky hair and take her mouth, rough and hungry. There’s nothing gentle about the way I kiss her, like I’m trying to somehow own her lips and the way they return the favour just as feverously. I kiss her like nobody else is here, like we’re alone in the bathroom or inside of my apartment and she does the same, convincing me that it’s not just a one sided feeling. There’s an unnatural amount of chemistry between us, and I plan on taking full advantage of it before it sizzles out and disappears.

Without breaking the kiss, I spin us around and box her in, letting myself completely consume her space like she has mine. She gasps, head falling back against the wall when I move my thigh between her legs and untangle my hands from her hair, planting them on her hips.

I use my grip to pull her towards me, my thigh becoming engulfed by the heat between her legs. She’s soaked, I can feel her beneath my jeans and I groan. “It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right here, Sierra. I want you riding my fingers, coating my hand in your cum before you take every last inch of my cock inside you until you come again. I don’t want you to be able to walk without feeling the ache between your legs that I created. Let me take you home.” It’s a need disguised as a plea, one that I hope she buys into before I spend the rest of my day jerking off under cold water to the image of her and everything that I plan on doing with and to her. She has me in knots, impossible to untie.

I feel the frustration and disappointment build to a near point of explosion when her eyes widen, suddenly alert, no longer fogged over. A deep flush washes out her light freckles when she shoves me away and frantically readjusts the bottom of her dress where it had ridden up. She doesn’t look at me once while collecting herself with a silent urgency, and it pisses me the fuck off.

"Shit. Shit shit shit." She presses two fingers to her swollen lips, looking as embarrassed as a teenage boy caught by his mom watching porn for the first time. "No. No way. We're in a hallway. Oh my God.” Hands clasp on the top of her head and she begins to pace.

I push my hair back and lick my lips, the taste of her mouth still on them. "Relax. Nobody saw anything." Who cares if they did?

"You don't know that. Anyone could have walked by." She rushes the words, running shaking hands through her knotted hair in a rushed attempt at flattening the bumps. "My boss could have seen! You need to stay away from me. I don’t think straight when you get close to me. I’m not myself around you.”

I try not to take her words as compliments, but I’ll admit I don’t quite see the problem with what she’s saying. "Boss, huh? He probably would have liked to see it. The guy looks like he only knows how to be on the bottom. I'm sure he could have taken some notes."

"This isn't a joke, Braden. Just forget about it. I have to go."

I don’t make any effort to stop her when she brushes past me. She wouldn’t have stayed regardless and I’m not about to make a fool of myself by attempting to convince her. "Try to keep it in your pants for the rest of the night, yeah?" My tease falls flat.

"Don’t call me. This was a mistake," she mutters before walking away and joining her table again. I can feel my jaw tighten, ticking with anger at her sudden departure, but I ignore her parting words.

I will be calling her. Preferably sooner rather than later. She can count on that.