Page 44 of Tempt

I can’t.

Not now.

Not with her.

Everything will change, a voice warns.

Everything changes anyway.

The harder we fight it, the more inevitable it becomes.

Her lips whisper across mine.

Every nerve in me lights up, like I’ve been waiting for this my whole damn life.

It’s so long since I’ve kissed someone if I was less amped I might worry I’d forgotten how.

But I’m on a sharp edge of need and frustration and all I care about is tasting her.

So I do.

I kiss her back, because talk is cheap and there are no words that fix what I’m feeling right now.

My mouth teases hers, long, languid strokes.

It’s not beer but a hint of citrus vodka on her tongue.

Fingers dig into my arms. Her quiet moan is the sexiest invitation.

What if she wanted this as much as I did the entire time? If she’s been aching every second like I have?

I dive into her mouth, my fingers threading in her hair as I kiss her deeper.

My hips wedge between her legs. I yank up the tight skirt digging into her thighs so I can press deeper. Her skin is soft, the muscles beneath squeezing me.

Her hips shift on the counter, and I pin her to the edge, help her wrap her ankles around my waist so I can grind into her softness.

Something falls off the vanity to the tile with a crash.

The strawberry soap.

Her nails rake up my arms, hard enough I hiss. Her breasts heave under the tight top, the tantalizing flesh pressed to my chest through my T-shirt.

“Daniel.” She sighs it into my mouth, her voice foreign and familiar at once.

Fuck.

I’m kissing the last woman I should be kissing.

At a frat party.

Where she’s been drinking.

A pounding on the door makes us both jump.

“Kat! Are you in there?”

I rip my mouth from hers, her legs still locked around my hips. Her lips are full and her cheeks flushed.

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