I was just about to tuck my hands into my pockets when she dropped her keys and her purse, barely peeling off her coat before she launched herself at me, her mouth on mine in pure desperation and need.

I caught her with surprise, but also with a groan that echoed deep in my chest as she pressed every inch of her supple body against me in that dangerous, thin dress she wore.

“Tonight,” she whispered against my mouth before claiming it in another needy kiss. “I want you to do it tonight.”

My eyes shot open, but I couldn’t respond, not when she was kissing me with fervor, backing me up toward her bedroom while kicking out of her heels on the way. Every muscle in my body tensed, heart galloping and mind racing alongside it.

Tonight.

She wanted me to take her virginity tonight.

“Giana,” I tried, but she slammed her mouth onto mine before I could finish the sentence.

“Please, Clay,” she begged. “I need you.”

I closed my eyes at her words, at how they lit me up from the inside, how every molecule that made up who I was beamed at the truth I knew she said them with.

She slipped out of my arms, stepping back with only the light from the lamp on her bedside table illuminating her. With one gentle pull of a zipper lining her side, the dress gaped, and she slipped it off her shoulder, letting it fall to a sparkling pool at her feet.

She was completely bare beneath it.

“Jesus Christ, Kitten,” I groaned, swallowing as I stepped into her. I reached out to brush against her ribcage with the back of my knuckles, loving how she peaked and arched like she wanted more. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her breath caught as I dragged my knuckles up higher, over the swell of her breast and up to trace her collarbone before my palm flattened against her chest. I backed her up with small, calculated steps, the beast inside me taking over until I had her flush against the wall.

“Are you already wet for me?” I asked against the shell of her ear, palm sliding up to wrap around her throat.

Giana pressed into the touch, like she wanted me to grip her harder, to choke the life out of her as she answered on a breath. “Yes.”

“Show me,” I rasped.

Her hand dipped between her thighs, and then she held her shiny, wet fingers up in evidence.

Then, to both our surprise, she pressed those fingertips against my bottom lip.

I sucked her fingers into my mouth without question, tasting her arousal which fired up my own. Her moan when I sucked her digits had my cock aching for relief, and I squeezed her throat where I held her, giving her the pressure she wanted.

Then, she was pure, beautiful chaos.