Page 81 of Take What You Want

No, kissing is too tame of a word for what’s happening.

She’s devouring me. Like she’s worried at any moment she’ll wake up and realize this isn’t truly happening and she needs to take advantage of it while she can.

I smile against her lips because this is very much real, and this is not going to be the last time this happens. She’s putting up a good fight, but I’m also good at going after what I want and achieving my goal.

And she’s my end goal.

She always has been, even when I was too stupid to realize it.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. The desire coursing through me is second to the reliefI feel as I finally taste her again, have her in my arms, feel her body against mine.

Her nails dig into my chest desperately.

My cock aches against my zipper, and as much as I hate to do it, I break our kiss.

Jane looks stunned, but I don’t give her time to ask questions as I take her hand and lead her across the dance floor until we reach the exit to the upper section. A bouncer stands in front of the door and we retrieve our phones before he lets us through. I pull her quickly down the stairs, cautious of her heels but also knowing Jane could run a marathon in them. When we reach the back exit door, I push open with desperate force and look both ways down the alley. The night air is warm and sticky, not much different from the club. It’s gloriously empty with only faint sounds of passing traffic as I shut the door behind us and push Jane’s back against the brick wall.

“What are you doing?” Her green eyes shine in the moonlight and her dark hair looks almost blue.

“Taking what’s mine,” I say and dive in to kiss her neck.

Her hands grip my shirt, and she simultaneously pushes me away and pulls me closer. I smile against her neck.

“I’m not yours,” she grits out, stubbornness fighting its way through the desire in her tone.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

I cup her jaw, staring into her eyes. “You are. You havealwaysbeen mine.”

She bites her lip, the lipstick long since worn off but it’s stained a soft rosy shade.

“If I’m yours, then you’re mine,” she says.

Does she not already know I am?

Keeping my grip on her face, I crush my body against hers and kiss her again. Her tongue tangles with mine and eachstroke stokes the fire in my gut higher and higher. I want her so badly it hurts, but I won’t fuck her in an alley.

Or after a night of drinking. The first time we’re one again, it’s going to be when we’re both sober and in my bed where I can lay her out and kiss every inch of her beautiful body that I’ve missed.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have other plans for right now.

Reaching beneath the hem of her dress, I groan when I find her panties are soaked.

“Fuck, LJ.”

She tilts her hips closer to my hand. Even if her head tries to deny it, her body wants me. I tease a slow finger around the lace before slipping it past the fabric.

“Oh,” she whimpers as I swipe my finger through her center before pushing it inside.

The brick scraps my other hand as I use it to hold myself up and keep Jane pinned at the same time. This is stupid. We’re exposed out here with nothing but a few dumpsters and some broken pieces of furniture to partially shield us from anyone that might pass by.

But I don’t care. Not when I have Jane moaning sweetly in my ear as I flick her clit with my thumb while still pumping into her with my middle finger.

Her chest heaves against the material of her dress, and I want to rip it apart with my teeth to allow them to spring free.

She reaches for my belt, and I bat her hand away.

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