Page 16 of Come Home to Me

…my fist in her hair as her lips wrap around my cock…

“Um…” I clear my throat. “Definitely. I mean, as long as you didn’t blow the interview.”

Sarah bumps her shoulder against mine. “Hey! This is me we’re talking about. Of course I didn’t blow the interview.”

…her dress around her waist, her head thrown back as I drive myself into her, sweat running down my back…

I turn to her, her face just inches from mine. “You think?”

“Oh, believe me, Wilde. I know.” Her gaze flickers to my lips.

I want to kiss her. Holy shit do I want to kiss her, but considering the thoughts in my head and the fact that there’s no place for us to be but here, I couldn’t stop at a kiss. I’d ravage her. Debase her. I’d bury myself in her and make her scream my name until I knew I owned her.

Sarah adjusts so she’s facing me, puts her hand on my thigh, and leans in.

Her eyes find mine, desire burning like twin flames.

I lick my lips and run a finger along her arm.

She shivers, expelling a breath through parted lips.

“You guys still in there?” The voice comes through the shitty speaker. Sarah and I jump back and she scrambles to her feet, blushing furiously. “Sorry. Just a little stuck elevator humor,” continues the asshole on the other end of the line.

I roll my eyes. “We’re definitely still in here.” And he couldn’t have picked a worse time to come to our rescue.

Or maybe it’s the best time.

Because I know without a doubt that I won’t be able to stop.

Not with Sarah.

When we finally come together, it’ll be an explosion of passion and heat.

Of skin and lips and tongues and teeth.

“Just wanted to let you know that help has arrived and we’ll have you out of there before you know it. And this time, before you know it actually means you’ll be out of there and back to your regularly scheduled lives soon.”

While the jerk from the call center laughs at his own joke, I turn to Sarah. I consider grabbing her by the waist and kissing the ever-living shit out of her, but I show monumental restraint and keep my hands to myself. What with Bree being crazy and spreading rumors, and Vi quitting and spreading truths, the last thing I need is to be found, trapped in an elevator, with my body pinned against Sarah’s, our mouths clashing, her legs hooked around my waist.

And if I kiss her, hell, if I touch her at all, that’s exactly where we’ll end up.

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