Page 76 of Flipping the Script

Groaning, I fisted my hands in his shirt and held tight, yanking him even closer. His kiss was hot and hard and punishing as he bit my lips and stroked his tongue over mine.

“Told ya you liked it,” I murmured between kisses.

“Like you didn’t.” He jammed his thigh between my legs and ground it against my dick.

“We’re out of our minds.” Letting go of his shirt, I slid my hands under the back of it. His skin was warm and soft over his hard muscles.

“So what else is new?” He dipped his head and sucked on my neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to set my nerves on fire.

“This is crazy.” Greedily, I squeezed and rubbed his back, enjoying the feel of his powerful muscles under my hands. “We don’t even like each other. Why does this feel so damn good?”

“No clue.” He licked a stripe up my neck and rubbed our cheeks together. His stubble caught on mine, the little scratches sending zings of pleasure through me. “But you want it as much as I do.”

I didn’t bother arguing with him.

I wanted him, and I was done pretending I didn’t.

“Maybe.” I slid my hand down the back of his jeans, just far enough to tease the top of his crease. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

“Only if you can keep quiet.”

I froze, my brain going completely blank.

He wanted it?

“Cat got your tongue?”

I blinked, my vision clearing as my brain came back online.

“You want to?” I couldn’t help asking.

“You don’t?” he asked, a smirk on his perfect lips.

I narrowed my eyes and yanked him against me. “You know damn well I do.” I kissed him hard enough to make him moan into my mouth. “Just surprised you’d let me.”

“Why?” He met me kiss for kiss. “It’s gonna happen eventually.” Another bruising kiss. “Might as well get it over with now.” He dragged his dick against mine.

“Agreed,” I said on a gasp, the contact sending a flurry of tingles through me. “One and done.”

“Exactly.” He tore my fly open and shoved his hand into my briefs. “Someone’s excited.”

“I’m not the only one,” I said, ripping his pants open. I palmed his cock through his underwear.

He pressed into my touch with a groan. “This is so messed up. My entire family is downstairs.”

“We can stop,” I offered, even though that was the last thing I wanted.

“Not a chance.” He slammed our lips together. His kiss was hard, but it had an edge of desperation to it that was new.

Giving in to his kiss, I carded my fingers through his hair and held on tight. He moaned and frotted against me, his hands roving up and down my sides and back.

“Ever fucked someone in here?” I asked against his lips, barely aware that I’d spoken at all.

“No.” He yanked on my hips, molding our bodies together.

That pleased me more than I’d ever admit.

Not ready to examine why, I shoved him back and flicked my gaze around the crowded space.

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