They are downright sinful.

“I can’t go away, Baylor,” I whisper. “I’ve tried. I can’t.”

Her eyes are wide, locked with mine, and she looks just so damn beautiful. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I ask, my brows coming together.

“Please, just go away.”

“Do you really want that?”

She doesn’t answer for a long time. My eyes are searching hers for any sign that she wants me. I can see it, but I need to hear her say it.

But then she whispers, “Yes, you freak me the fuck out.”

I smile; she’s so cute when she’s vulnerable.

“Good, because you freak me out too,” I whisper back.

Then I take another chance.

I drop my mouth to hers.

And I pray she doesn’t punch me in the dick.

I saw it coming, I did, but in my twisted fucked-up brain, I didn’t believe that he’d do it.

And now, his lips are moving with mine.

And I’m kissing him back.

I have to.

Oh sweet God above.

Stop him.

No, don’t stop him.

Yes…please, don’t stop him.

Closing my eyes tightly, I thread my fingers into his hair as my back comes against the wall. He tastes like mouthwash, his body hard against mine as he devours my mouth in a way only he can. His lips are soft, inviting, and man, I can’t stop. He smells so fucking good, and oh my God, I need him. As our mouths move together in a hot and dirty embrace, my heart beats wildly against his. I’ve waited for this, wanted this, but I wouldn’t let myself have it.

I’ve tried so hard to resist him, but resistance is the last thing on my mind now.

Need is more like it.

When he picks me up, I gasp against his mouth, every emotion gone but lust. I’ve been beating myself up since I fell to my knees on the ice, but now, I’m done feeling like a failure. I want to feel something else. I want to feel him. I thirst for his taste, I yearn for his hands to touch me, and most of all, I want all of him. Badly. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I pull back, looking deep into his lust-filled green eyes as he opens the door beside us and slams it shut with my body. We are in a stairwell, and I guess that means one thing.

He wants privacy.

And so do I.

I want it so badly I could cry like a little bitch, and I don’t care what that means. I can’t take it anymore. I want to hate him, but I want to… I don’t know, I just want him to take me somewhere else. I need this tension gone, I need to feel him inside me. I need him to take away the void that is inside me. I need to feel.

Reaching for my shirt, I pull it up as he rips his off and moves his mouth down my neck, my breasts, running his tongue along the curve of my sports bra, tasting me, and moving his fingers along the crease of my ass cheeks. Gasping, I let my head fall back, letting go, letting go of everything that is holding me back and just enjoying his mouth against my skin. Nibbling up my neck, he takes my mouth again with his, transporting me to a whole other world. I’ve never felt so free, so damn good as his hand pulls my shorts down, leaving me bare against his growing erection.

Biting down on his bottom lip, I arch against him as he places me down on the cold floor. Somewhere my flip-flops fell off, but they are the least of my worries. I have one thing on my mind, and that is him. All him. I kick my shorts off as he backs away, drinking me in as he takes his wallet out of his pocket. His hands are shaking, his eyes glued on me as he opens his wallet.

“I’ve been thinking of you like this for weeks,” he says before dumping the contents of his wallet on the floor.

I giggle as he reaches for the condom that fell, before dropping his wallet on the ground. “Do you know how bad I fucking want you?” he asks, and I nod, taking the condom from him.

“Maybe as bad as I want you?” I ask before rising to my knees and pulling his shorts down.

“Fucking hell,” he cries out as his hands slam hard onto the door above me. Taking his engorged flesh into my hand, I shiver from the chills of seeing him like this. He is so gorgeous. His body so tight and hot. He has such beautiful, defined muscles and a body that is mouthwatering, to say the least. I’ve waited to taste him like this for so long, and nothing is going to stop me now. Taking him into my mouth, I run my tongue along the head of his cock, his groans urging me on as I suck him hard into my mouth, to the back of my throat, gagging a bit. “You are so gorgeous,” he whispers, moving the hair that has escaped my ponytail back behind my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

Doing it over and over again, I take him to the back of my throat. I’m dripping with desire, my heart thumping hard against my ribs, and I’m shaking with need. His words vibrate my soul, and I could honestly come just from his voice. It’s so rough and dirty, and he’s driving me wild. His cock pulses in my mouth, and it feels like he’s almost there.

Pulling away, I open the package with my teeth before sheathing him with the latex. I stand up and he pushes me against the door again, taking my face in his large hands and kissing the living hell out of me. He kisses with meaning, if that make sense. Almost like it’s his last kiss every time. Drinking me in and savoring everything about me. I love it. I love the way it makes me feel. Never in my life have I been kissed like this. It’s amazing.

And when he pulls back, his eyes locked with mine, I feel beautiful. Simply breathtaking. And that doesn’t happen often, except under his intense gaze.

When he presses his cock against my soft, wet center, I’m shaking with anticipation. I haven’t had sex in a long time, and fuck, I want him. If I feel this uncontrollable and incredible without him in me, Lord knows what’s gonna happen once he’s inside me. Hooking my leg up, he looks deep into my eyes, sharing the same breath before asking, “Ready?”

Nodding with nothing holding me back, I gasp for breath. “Please, fuck me,” I say. “Hard.”

He grins before running his tongue along his lips, his eyes locked on mine. I love his eyes. They tell me everything I need to know, and I know he wants me. He wants me more than his next breath, and jeez, I just want him to take me. Now.

“I want to taste you first.”

He then drops down before burying his face between my legs. Arching off the wall, I cry out as he licks me to the point where I can’t even form a coherent thought. The only other time I’ve ever felt like this is when I’ve been drunk, and that’s how I would describe Jayden. He’s the drink that gets me all kinds of fucked up, and while I hate feeling like that, being so out of control, I love this. Nothing is holding me back, there is nothing to think about, only Jayden. Jayden is the only thing I need to think about.