Page 37 of Siren's Heart

Her soft, breathy sounds have me rock hard already, my cock pressing right against where I want to bury myself in her, and she moans into my mouth when I shift to adjust my balance. It's the tiniest sound, but dear God. I've never even come close to coming into my pants, but if there's a woman who might make me, it's her.

A low growl erupts from my throat, and I do it again.

Fuck. I swear, this woman is making me lose all shreds of control I thought I had.

Suddenly, a loud clang from inside Mary's pottery store bursts the passionate bubble we suddenly found ourselves in. We look at each other with heated gazes, lips pressed together, until she sighs and ends the kiss, only to lay her forehead against mine, our ragged breaths mixing as we stare into each other's eyes.

"How about you drive me home?" she whispers, her fingertips running over my scalp, making goose-bumps roll over my back in waves. "And stay for a bit?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea," I whisper back. Then I can't help but kiss her one more time, just a quick peck, before I lower her down until her feet are on the ground again. I already miss the weight of her legs around me, her taste, her touch. Millie’s hand claws into my arm when her knees don’t hold her weight, and I grin. I did that. Just from a kiss.

Pulling her arm around my back, I put mine around her shoulders until she’s steady on her feet again.

I want her to be this close to me forever. If I can be surrounded by the scent of her flowery shampoo for the rest of my life, I might be able to die a happy man.

When we reach the car, letting her go seems impossible. I’ve never sprinted into the driver’s seat this quickly. As soon as the engine is running, I slide my hand back on her thigh. It made her nervous and squirm on our way here, even though she did her best to hide it. But I want her squirming; I want her to be crazy for me.

When I turn into traffic, she pulls out her phone and quickly types out a message. When I shoot her a curious glance, she grins at me through a blush.

"Just telling Kayla to not fucking dare turn up at my apartment."

The drive goes by like torture, the way her thigh kept twitching under my hand, the way she squirmed in her seat when I let my hand wander higher with each turn, all while not being able to watch her. And the memory of making out in that alley, replaying in my head, is a special kind of torment.

This time, she jumps out of the car before I can open her door, and she immediately reaches for my hand and pulls me behind her. With hasty steps, we reach the elevator in the parking garage.

Before I even realize it, she grabbed the fabric at the collar of my shirt and pulled me down to her face, capturing my lips with hers in a kiss that makes the elevator’s temperature go up by ten degrees. My dress shirt feels way too warm and suffocating, and I shrug it off, pushing it inside the waistband of my jeans.

She doesn't ask for entrance into my mouth, she fucking takes it, and I grant it to her all too happily. As if I’d ever refuse.

I leave her in charge, just for a moment. But then I take it back. Pushing her tongue back, I ravage her mouth, pressing her against the cold elevator wall and blindly fumbling for the panel to push the right number. Fuck I hope nobody gets on.

Her fingertips bury into my back, and I pluck the fluffy hair tie out of her hair, aching to feel her soft curls under my hands as I bury them in her hair to keep her right where I want her, as I devour her lips with a hunger that shocks even me.

When the elevator announces that we've reached the right level, she loses no time taking my hand and hastily pulls me towards her apartment. Frantically, she rummages through her bag for her keys, facing away from me.

I can't help but crowd against her, swiping her soft curls over her shoulder to reveal the delicate skin on her neck. I breathe her in, before placing my hands on her hips and giving her neck a playful nibble.

She shudders under my lips, and I snicker against her skin before shifting until my lips are only a breath away from her ear. "Need any help?"

"No," she insists, whimpering when I pull her earlobe between my lips. Finally, she pulls the key out of her bag, softly moaning as she attempts to open her apartment door, struggling to find the keyhole.

As soon as the door falls shut behind me, she pushes me until my back is snug against the wooden frame. Her warm hands slide under my shirt, exploring my skin while she kisses me dizzy.

But before I forget how to breathe, I draw back from our kiss, my hands on her hips wandering down to her thighs, and with one swift move, I turn us around and have her pinned against the door, pushing my thigh between her legs.

“Luca.” My name falls from her lips in a soft moan, and I drink it in. Greedily, capturing her lips once again.

Blindly, we stumble through her hallway, only stopping to kiss when she unceremoniously pulls off my shirt, our lips meeting again before she even has the chance to let it fall to the ground.

With every touch, every sigh falling from her lips, I ache for her, my whole body tingling with the need to bury myself inside her and finally make her mine.

I barely notice that we stumble through another doorway; all of my senses zoomed in on her until the back of my knees hit a mattress. Without hesitation, she breaks the kiss and pushes me on it, and the air punches out of my lungs as I land on her soft bed.

She remains standing at the end of the bed, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she lets her heated gaze wander over my naked torso.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand, my voice quivering with lust. “I want to see you.”

Thank God for the motion-activated light in her hallway, because the warm light streaming in from the door is the only source illuminating her beautiful frame. Her eyes dart to my face, and she tugs her lip between her teeth, a soft smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Slowly, her fingers touch the hem of her shirt, and little by little, she lifts her shirt, revealing her skin agonizingly slow until she pulls the fabric over her head and throws it aside.

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