No, I’m not throwing myself at him, but I know it must sound like I’m trying to convince him that I’d be okay with the couple of orgasms he mentioned.

“Sorry.” I drop my eyes from his. “Thanks for walking with me and PJ. Hopefully, I’ll see you around sometime.” I start to turn to go inside, but his hand shoots out, grabbing mine stopping me.

“Wait.”

“Yeah?” My heart starts to pound as his eyes drop to my mouth.

“Fuck it.” He wraps his hand around my jaw and covers my mouth with his. The kiss is so unexpected I fall against him, my fists landing on his chest as my belly flips.

His lips are warm and firm, and his body is hard as he grasps my hip and pulls me closer. Sliding my hands outward, I dig my fingers into his bicep and hold on as he slants his head, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue across mine. The world outside of his mouth and his hands disappear, and I let go of whoever I thought I was before this moment and become someone I don’t recognize.

She’s free, adventurous, and not worried about anything or anyone but herself.

When his hand moves under the edge of my sweatshirt and his fingers stroke the side of my breast, I moan against his tongue and feel his chest vibrate with a growl that shoots right between my legs. In all my years, I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I press closer, wanting more—more of his taste, more of his touch, more of anything he’s willing to give me.

Walking me backward into my apartment, he presses me up against the wall next to the door he kicks closed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there is a little voice telling me to slow down, that this is happening too fast, but I ignore it.

Instead, I tug his shirt from his pants, slide my hands up the smooth, hard skin of his back, then move them to his abs and down to the buckle of his belt. As I fumble to get it undone, he unzips my hoodie and pushes it off my shoulders.

“You should tell me to leave.” He wraps his hand around my throat as his eyes wander over my exposed skin.

I swallow against his palm. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he is. It’s dark and so hungry it sends a thrill up my spine. “What if that’s not what I want?”

“What do you want?” His gaze locks on mine.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, my chest heaving with each desperate breath I attempt to take.