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Pete pusheshis bedroom door open so hard the knob leaves a dent on the wall.
He shakes his head. "Fuck it."
"You're leaving this place soon, aren't you?"
"No thinking and no talking." He slides his hands under my ass. In one smooth movement, he lifts me and throws me on the bed.
His eyes rake over me, slowly, like he's never seen me before. Like he's never seen a woman before.
"I like when you talk," I breathe. "I like it a lot."
"I know." He stares back at me, intense and demanding. His voice is just as hungry as his eyes. "Take off your top."
I undo the buttons of my blouse. His eyes go wider with every one. I'm not in the mood to tease him. I want to be possessed by him. Now.
But the way he's looking at me makes my sex clench with delight. I slow. He stays standing. His eyes stay fixed on me.
Finally, I push the shirt off my shoulders. Hands back, chest out—I'm confident, seductive.
"Now the skirt," he breathes.
Mmm. My hands are shaky when they get to my waist.
I unzip the garment and slide it to my knees.
Pete's hands are at my ankles. He pulls the skirt off my feet and hurls it to the floor like the garment did him some wrong. "Now the panties."
"Kiss me first."
He climbs onto the bed. In an instant, his body is on top of mine. I sink into the not quite firm enough foam mattress. His lips press against mine. They're soft. They taste like him. And like whiskey. Was he drinking alone?
His tongue slides into my mouth. The taste is there too.
Pete breaks the kiss. His palms go flat against my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. "You're thinking."
"You taste like whiskey."
"Have one drink most nights."
"I'm not mad. Just… it distracted me."
He plays with the straps of my bra, his eyes fixed on mine. "No thinking."
I'm confident and seductive. I can do this. "Make me stop."
His lips curl into a smile. "You baiting me, baby?"
My heart thuds against my chest. He called me baby again.
"Fuck. Sorry." He shifts his hips, pressing his hard-on against my crotch. "Hard to think in this state."
"Don't be sorry. I like it. If you mean it." I stare back into his deep brown eyes. I can't have this conversation right now, but I can't deal with him calling me by a pet name if he's going to dial back his affection tomorrow. "Only say it if you mean it."
He nods. "Don't move."
I can't move. He's straddling me, his knees planted outside my hips. The weight of his body presses me into the bed.
