To hell with it.

“When you say ‘pussy’.” I tried rubbed my thighs together in the hopes that the friction would ease the ache, right where I wanted him most, and ended up rubbing against him instead.

Dane leaned over me, and pressed his mouth to my ear. “The thought of burying myself deep inside that sweet, wet pussy of yours makes me hard as fuck. Does that work for you, Kennedy? Is that what you like to hear?”

“Yes,” I moaned, dragging it out. I racked my nails down his neck, and brought us closer so that our chests were touching again. “Now, stop teasing, and - ”

“Kennedy? Are you up here?”

We froze.

Shit.

Jade.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

“Dammit.” Dane cursed, and with deft fingers he righted my bra, and buttoned up my shirt. Leaning back on his haunches, I could see the length of his erection beneath the zipper of his jeans. Impressive.

“Keep staring like that, and I’ll - ”

“Kennedy?”

Seriously, Jade?

“I’d better go,” I said in a panic, an overwhelming sense of disappointment and frustration cloaking me. I didn’t want to leave, not really. I’d been so caught up in Dane, and his kisses, and his dirty mouth that I’d forgotten about everything else.

“Wait.” Dane put his finger on my mouth, and we listened for any more noises outside.

“Have you checked outside?”

Reid.

Dane had his arms around me in a flash, and moved us next to the door where we’d be hidden if someone, namely our two ill-timed best friends, walked in.

Their voices disappeared, but Dane didn’t let go. Our breathing was rushed, and I could feel his heart beating beneath my palm.

I looked up at the same time he looked down, and our mouths were only inches apart.

“We’re not done here.” His lips brushed mine. “I’ll leave here in an hour. Be ready for me.”

His commands had my body quivering inside, and all I could do was nod. Was it the smart thing to do? Absolutely not. Did I care? Not at all. I wanted him, and I was going to have him, even if I only got this once chance.

I stepped out of Dane’s arms, and checked the hallway. It was clear, so I crept back towards the staircase. Jade rounded the corner, and my feet faltered before I plastered a smile on my face. I had no idea what I must’ve looked like, but I prayed it wasn’t like someone who was about to be banged fifty ways from Sunday. If Jade knew what I’d been up to, or even suspected it, I’d be in for an inquisition of epic proportions, and that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.

“There you are!” Jade smiled when she saw me, although I could tell her overenthusiasm was a direct result of her alcohol consumption.

“Sorry, I went to the bathroom.”

Reid came up behind her, and I tried not to look so nervous. He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked Jade, deliberately avoiding Reid’s stare. If I looked at him he’d know. I just hoped Dane had a better poker face.

“Yes! Grady is staying with Chase, so you’ll have to drive me home. Are you okay to drive?”

I held out my hand for her keys. “I’ve had one beer, and that was hours ago. Let’s get out of here.”

THE DRIVE HOME was uneventful, and Jade had passed out as soon as I’d put her to bed. The hour that followed was the longest of my life, and after showering, and changing into my sleepwear, there wasn’t anything more I could do to pass the time. I checked the clock next to my bed, exhaling when it read 01:30am. Dane should have been here forty-five minutes ago, and I was left wondering if he’d changed his mind. Did he realize we were making a mistake? Did he regret everything that had already happened? What if it was just a stupid game like last time?

Oh God.

I rolled over, kicking the covers off, and tucked my head into my pillow. I’ll just have to forget about it. Maybe even pretend it never happened.

As if.

No one gets to dry hump, and make out with Dane Winters only to expel it from their memory.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to ignore how stupid I felt. Why had I been so reckless? Never mind so damn easy.

Not your finest moment.

The worst part (or maybe the best part, I was still deciding) was that he seemed totally into it too, like he wanted me.

I groaned. Again.

“Fuck Dane Winters,” I murmured to myself. He was leading me straight down Mind Fuck Lane and I didn’t need the hassle.

“I’m hoping you will.”

His voice halted my internal monologue, and I sat up straight in bed. “Jesus, Dane. Warn a girl when you’re about to sneak up on her will ya? You scared me!”

He chuckled, and I watched as his shadowed form moved closer.

“That would defeat the purpose, now wouldn’t it?”

“I didn’t even hear you come in. How long have you been standing there like a creeper?”

He stood next to my bed, looming. Villainous. “Long enough to see you squirm beneath your covers. Is that because you’ve been waiting for me? Because you’re still thinking about my hands on you?”

Sweet baby Jesus, he had that bedroom voice, the one that could turn a woman into a mindless, wanton, disastrous mess.

“Maybe,” I replied. My pulse was racing as I tried to figure out what he was going to do next.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he said. He gripped the collar of his shirt, and lifted it over his head. “Reid was acting weird, so I stayed until I could sneak out the back.”

Next came his jeans, and all I could do was stare like a dumbfounded moron because hell, his body was ridiculous. And I wanted to touch it. Lick it. Bite it.

His jeans hit the floor with a thud, followed by his boxer briefs. I gaped a little (okay maybe a lot) when his erection reached his navel, the barbell in the head glinting in the moonlight.

Um…

“See this?” My eyes snapped up, and he started fisting his cock. “It’s all for you, Kennedy.” His chest moved up and down, in time with his hand. “Now strip.”

It took a few seconds for my mind to return to some semblance of functionality, and to respond.

“What are you going to do?” I asked with a shaky inhalation.

His mouth tipped into a wolfish grin, and the shadows playing across the features of his face made him look so much more feral.

“I’m going to do what I want, and fuck you like I hate you.”

Did I want that?

My answer was an irrevocable YES!

He lunged at the same time I ripped my shirt over my head, and attacked me with his mouth. We became an entanglement of hands, legs, arms, and mouths, and he made quick work of riling me up all over again. My mind had checked out, and my body became acutely aware of his, of every point our skin made contact, of every flick of his tongue. It was insanity at its finest, and I couldn’t get enough.

He lifted me from the bed, and the way he gently laid me down was such a contradiction to the way I knew he was going to take me. It left me panting, impatient and achy.

I leaned up on my elbows, and held his cock in my hand, his flesh hot in my palm. My thumb skimmed the tip, and I wondered what having that piercing through the head would feel like. Dane hissed, and with tender fingers removed my hand from his shaft.

His eyes roamed my face, and the hesitancy I saw made me stop. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me you’re not a virgin,” he replied. His tone hardened, but before I could think about why, I shook my head.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for his jeans, and took a condom from the back pocket. I bit my lip when he rolled it on, writhing in anticipation at the thought of having him inside me.

“Lay down. Tilt your hips.”

I obeyed, shifting closer so that my thighs perched on his.

“This isn’t going to be soft, and gentle,” he said with hunger in his eyes.