I pulled back only when her hand tugged sharply at my hair, begging for air. I looked up at her, chin wet, breathing hard, and she looked wrecked, flushed, glowing, eyes glazed with desire. The sight nearly killed me.
I stood in one motion, caging her against the banister, pressing my body flush to hers. She was still trembling when I kissed her, hard, messy, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned into me, her hands clutching my shoulders like she was ready to burn down the world if I let go.
“If I don’t leave now,” I rasped against her mouth, my forehead pressed to hers, “I won’t be able to stop myself. Not now, not ever.”
Her only answer was a whisper: “Then don’t. Don’t leave.”
That was all it took.
I shoved my pants down just enough, not caring about anything except bein
