Page 12 of Reckless Hearts

Even as I say this, I know what me telling her to compete will mean. What it does mean. That I should take my hands off her, turn around, walk out this door, and never see her again.

“Is that right?” she whispers, licking her bottom lip.

My hands slide higher, moving to her hips as I pull her forward so I’m standing between her legs, our bodies close. “Yep,” I whisper, our mouths only an inch or so apart now.

“And if I do,” she whispers, hooking her legs around mine, “what’ll you give me?”

Chuckling, I lean closer, brushing my nose against hers. “What’d you want, beautiful?”

Now it’s Alana laughing, her warm breath tickling my face as she says, “I think you know what I want, Flynn.”

I brush my lips against hers, the barest of touches as I smile. “Maybe, yeah. But I also wanna hear you say it.” Even as I say this, I know how dangerous this is getting. How this would be the perfect time to end things and not let them go any further.

But I don’t move.

She smiles, chasing my mouth, even as I pull back slightly, denying her. With a soft groan of frustration, she slips her fingers under my chin and grips it, shifting my gaze to hers. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to another couple of orgasms,” shewhispers, her hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck. “Or a good, hard fuck.”

My hands slide to her arse, my fingers slipping under the bottom of her tank to graze the bare skin of her back, unable to stop myself. “And what if I want to fuck slow or something different?” I ask her.

She smiles, pulling me in as she brushes her lips against mine. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that either,” she murmurs. “If that’s what you want?”

Itiswhat I want.

Even if it isn’t what I should do.

I know I’m walking a very fine line right now, and if anyone were to find out about this, the shit would hit the fan in a big way. Jade would fucking lose it too, and rightly so.

But Jade’s not here yet, and Alana hasn’t even decided if she’s competing. This could all be nothing.

Keep telling yourself that, idiot.

I push the words away, ignoring the rational voice in my head as I give in to what I really want, closing the distance between us as I press my lips against hers in a kiss.

Alana smiles against my mouth like she’s won, and I take advantage, sliding my tongue against hers as I deepen the kiss. I know this is just sex, just like I know that what I’m doing is kind of wrong, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

This woman is quite possibly the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I want her, want her badly.

“Where are we doing this?” I murmur around our kisses.

Alana loops her arms around my neck, nipping at my bottom lip. “Well, I do have roommates, so probably a good idea to move this to my bedroom.”

I grin against her mouth, my grip moving back to her arse as I lift her off the bench. “Where?”

She points in the direction of a short corridor. “Last on the left,” she whispers before kissing me again.

I keep my eyes open as I carry her to her room, never stopping the kiss. She feels so fucking good in my arms, so fucking good with her body wrapped around mine.

Inside her room, I kick the door shut behind us before walking over to her bed, laying her back as I move so I’m hovering over her.

“Twice in one day, huh?” Alana says, smiling up at me.

I tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing my fingers down her neck and over her collarbone to her breast. “Lucky me.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Lucky me, I think.”

Grinning, I move my hand lower to the bottom of her tank, before pushing it up. Alana makes quick work of it, yanking it off and throwing it on the floor before her hands tug at my T-shirt, pulling it off. Her hands move to my chest now, resting against my skin as I close the distance, kissing her slowly, deeply.

I feel her hands move down my body, pushing my shorts down my hips. As I shuffle them off, she does the same with hers until we are both naked on her bed.

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