I kiss down the side of her neck, breaking away to rip off my shirt when she shoves it up. My lips capture hers again, and she latches onto the back of my neck. I grab her ass and press into her. Her moan makes my cock throb. I hike her up so she locks her legs around me, and I can grind right against her clit.

“Oh, God.” Her nails dig into my scalp, only making me rock harder. “We should⁠—”

“Not stop.” I bite her jaw before scraping my teeth lower and then nipping right above her collarbone.

She gasps when I suck the same spot, only letting up once I guarantee a lasting mark. She’ll have to work to cover it, but the need to see me on her borders on obsessive. I didn’t get the satisfaction from the one on Halloween. I’m not taking the chance on my new one.

The angriest jerk-off session of my life happened that night. Furious with myself because the memory of my fingers pumping into her pussy played on repeat. The way she tasted infused on my tongue. But no matter how much I hate wanting her, I. Can’t. Stop.

Remi’s hands glide down my chest and torso. Her feet hit the floor, so I can drag her top over her head. I toss it aside and pin her to the doorway with my hips, bracing my forearm above her. Our hard breaths twist together, and she shivers at my fingers drawing up her ribs. Then she teases hers down my abs to the top of my sweatpants with a long sweep over my tattoo.

My gaze drops to where her teeth sink into her lower lip. I pull it free and skim my thumb across it.

“I want this,” I tell her, voice rough as hell. “Your pretty little mouth on my cock.”

She stares up at me, a mirror to my desire. Her lids fall heavy as I push my thumb between her lips. She sucks and strokes with her tongue, eliciting a low sound from the back of my throat. I’ve officially depleted all reserves of self-control with her.

Before I lose it entirely, Remi slides off my thumb, and then she sinks to her knees in front of me.

Our gazes hold while she tugs down my sweatpants, but hers quickly redirects to my dick. She wraps her hand around my shaft and drags her tongue up the underside.

“Fuck.” I fist her hair and tip my head back, ready for a sweet death as she teases the crown.

“Eyes.” She echoes the command I’ve given her.

I smirk even before I look down to see hers waiting for me. Sultry but edged in a challenge.

Then I issue my own demand.

“Mouth.”