Until You (The Redemption, #1)(53)

“Tennyson?”

I release the breath I was holding at the sound of Crew’s voice. “Back here,” I say.

His footsteps come closer until he clears the end of the aisle, his eyes narrowed and smile curious as he looks at me. “Are you hiding up here from the pink princess and her demands?”

“No. Yes.” I throw my hands up. “Just trying to find old banners in this shitshow of a storage room.”

“It is a mess,” he says as he closes the distance toward me. “A big, disorganized mess. One that say, if you were missing for a few extra minutes, might be expected since it’ll take some time to go through.”

“Is that so?” I ask as he puts his hand on my back and pulls me against him.

“It is,” he murmurs before closing his mouth over mine.

It feels like forever since we’ve kissed when, in reality, it’s only been a couple of days. But I’m reminded immediately why those couple of days have been a struggle because this man . . . his kiss . . . is absolutely addictive.

In a matter of seconds, I’m drugged by the taste of him. By the feel of his hands running down my sides, cupping my ass, fingers grazing ever so slightly over my slit as he does before lifting me onto the cabinet I was just searching through.

“God, how I’ve been wanting to do this all day. Every day. The girls. They’re everywhere.” Each sentence said between demanding kisses. “Fuuucck.” He groans when I cup his rock-hard erection. And that one word spoken in his guttural growl is like an audible seduction when frankly, I don’t need to be seduced at all.

Because he’s right.

I’ve been wanting and waiting and desperate to have him again. To taste him in any capacity beyond a stolen kiss in the pantry. A subtle slide of a hand over my lower back. A salacious look across the dinner table when the girls aren’t watching.

“I want you, Tenny. I haven’t stopped wanting you or your kiss or this.”

My hands making quick work of his button and zipper give him my answer. I want him too. He shudders as my hands grip the velvety hardness of his cock and pull him toward me.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your cock?”

His chuckle is a rumble through me as he steps back to push his pants down and then sucks in a hissed breath when I drop to my knees before him.

I take him into my mouth without warning, all the way to the back of my throat. His strangled groan and fingers twisting in my hair are all I need to know that he doesn’t mind this little detour on the way to sex.

“Tenny. We’re going to get caught.”

I look up at him, his gray eyes burning bright, and say around him, “Do you want me to stop?”

“God. No. Definitely no.” And those are the last words he can manage as I hollow out my cheeks and tighten my suction over him. His head falls back and thighs pull tight as I work him. Sensation chasing sensation. Tongue sliding over him after my lips release him momentarily. Hands pumping the base of his shaft as my warm mouth controls not only the moment, the act, but him too.

He begins fucking my mouth. I don’t even think it’s a conscious decision, but rather him getting lost in the pleasure I’m providing.

I can feel him growing harder, his balls tightening up, and then, without warning, he hauls me up and kisses me with reckless abandon. Like a man drowning and I’m his air. Like a man about to lose all his control.

And I revel in knowing I’ve done that to him. That I can make him feel just as incredible as he makes me feel.

“I want you, Ten. I need you. Now.” Our mouths break apart as I shift back to sit on the cabinet, pull my maxi skirt up around my hips, and spread my legs for him.

I’m not sure if the groan he emits now or the one he gave when I wrapped my lips around his cock is sexier, but hell if I’m going to argue with either.

“Have I ever told you how much I like skirts?” he murmurs, his mouth in a crooked smile, and his eyes darkened from lust. He bends over so his face is between my positioned thighs and inhales. His groan has my nipples hardening to painful peaks. “You smell incredible.” And before I can respond or process or react to those words, to the way they arouse every part of me, he closes his mouth over my fabric covered clit and sucks on it. The muted sensation is heaven and hell all in the same breath. It’s a tease of what I want and the barrier preventing me from getting it.

“Crew. Please.” I say the words. Maybe I think them. All I know is they are screaming in my head over and over as his chuckle rumbles against me. Through me.

“I want this later.” He pats a hand against my clit that sends shock waves of pleasure through me in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Promise?” I pant out.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea the things I’ll promise to do to this body of yours.”

Yes.

Please.

The sound of hollering downstairs through the closed door reaches us and breaks through our intimate fog. It reminds us that we’re not alone. That we could easily get caught.

And fuck if that doesn’t make this whole situation even hotter.

Crew stands to full height, his eyes focused on my wet panties before lifting to meet mine, one eyebrow raised. “You call this underwear?”

“You can call them whatever you want so long as you pull them to the side and fuck me right now.”