Page 82 of Where There's Smoke

He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. “I thought—” He kissed me hard, gripping the back of my neck. “I thought waiting to fuck you thefirsttime was bad.”

I barely kept myself from grabbing handfuls of his shirt and wrinkling the hell out of it. “I think it’s going to get worse every time. The more I get, the more I want.”

“Mm-hmm. It’s all I can think about,” he breathed. “I’m supposed to be concentrating on your campaign…and…you don’t…you don’t know what you’re doing to me, Jesse.” He kissed me again, and the whispered echo of my name melted me from the inside out.

But then he broke the kiss and pushed himself back. He gripped my shoulders, forbidding me from coming closer, or maybe forbidding himself from crossing that narrow, tempting distance. “Shit, Jesse. We can’t…wereallycan’t do this now. There just isn’t time.”

I licked my lips. He was right, but when he was like this—shaking, inarticulate—nothing else mattered. Not even my campaign. I looked at my watch, then at him. “We have time. Not much, but please. I can’t…I can’t wait.”

Anthony said nothing. He drew me into a kiss that screamedneither can I, and my knees shook as he slid his hand over the front of my pants. I pressed my cock against his palm, groaning into his kiss as he squeezed me just right.

When he broke the kiss this time, he was out of breath. “Condoms. Get them.” He released me, and while I grabbed my suitcase to search for the carefully hidden necessities, he brushed past me and strode toward the door.

I found the condoms and lube. Anthony turned the deadbolt with a quietclick.

From across the room, our eyes met.

Locked in. Everything we needed in hand. Just enough time.

And all at once, we were in motion. Buttons, belts, zippers; there wasn’t time for games or foreplay. We both knew what we wanted, and we wasted notime getting out of our clothes. One day foreplay wouldn’t be a rare luxury, but right now? Who knew how much time we had?

Anthony tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. The tremor in his hands made me shake; I loved it when he unraveled like this. When he dropped that perfect, ever-present control in favor of letting himself fall to pieces. I needed him in control for the debate, but in bed?

Oh, God, fall apart with me.

As he rolled on the condom, I slipped off my ring and set it on the bedside table so I didn’t cover it in lube. I gave the gold band a glance, cringing at the pang of guilt in my gut, but then reminded myself for the hundredth time that I wasn’t breaking any rules, and turned to pick up the bottle. My hands shook more than they had the first time we did this, more than his did now. It wasn’t nerves this time, though. Far from it.

I poured lube in my hand, and as I stroked it over the condom, Anthony kissed me. Oh, there was no turning back now. No deciding this was a bad idea (which it was) or that we shouldn’t risk being late (which we shouldn’t) or raising eyebrows (which we would) because Anthony’s kiss was too damned breathless and demanding. The more I stroked his cock—and it wasn’t just to apply lube now—the more furiously he kissed me and the tighter he held on to me.

Nerves dissipated in favor of excitement and…calm. Inexplicable calm in light of how much he turned me on. Like the mere knowledge that we were going through with this satisfied enough of my hunger to keep me from losing my mind.

Anthony grabbed my wrist, halting my hand in mid-stroke. In a low growl, he said, “Get on your knees.”

I obeyed without a second’s hesitation.

Behind me the lube bottle clicked. I looked over my shoulder. “Didn’t I put enough on?”

“Of course.” He grinned as he poured some onto his fingers. “Just didn’t put any on my hand.”

“On your—” I stopped when I realized what he meant. A second later, his cool, slick fingertips met my entrance. “Damn it, I want—”

“I know you do.” He circled gently with his fingers. “I’ll get there.”

“We don’t have much time.”

“We have enough.”

“Just fuck me,” I said through my teeth.

“Oh, I will.” His fingertip teased more earnestly, pressing in slightly, backing off, pressing in again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I screwed my eyes shut and just breathed. This was a necessary step, of course, but an aggravating one. Okay, an incredibly erotic and arousing one, but still aggravating because I needed Anthony’s cock buried inside me. We hadn’t done this enough—yet—for me to take him easily without a lot ofpreparation, so he teased me with one finger. Then two. Sliding in, sliding out, stroking and stretching me until I was ready to break down in tears, begging him to justfuck me already.

He withdrew his fingers, and I dug my teeth into my lower lip. The lube bottle clicked again, so he must have been putting more on his cock, which meant…

Oh, God, yes…

Please, please, Anthony,please…

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