She tugs on my arm until I’m standing before her, my back to the structure. It’s at least thirty feet tall and is a historic icon in Hampton. The town is obsessed with preserving the original components, muffling the chimes when they ring out during the middle of the night instead of putting it on a digital timer. Hence the low tones we’re hearing now as the clock announces that it’s one a.m.

“I used to tell the clock tower all my secrets.” She’s winded from running, and her voice is breathy because of it. Her hands find my chest, smoothing over my pecs as she pushes me against the brick and mortar. She keeps her hands in place, but takes two big steps away from me, then uses her body weight to push me against the bricks.

“What are you—” I question.

“I want you to feel it,” she insists as she keeps me pinned in place. I don’t have time to question her, because the clock chimes again, and I instantly feel the vibrations from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

I hold my breath in surprise as the low humming courses through my body. The sound radiates through my limbs, and there’s an ebb and flow to the way the vibration grows. It peaks before it backs off slightly. That’s the only warning I get before it rings out again.

“Do you feel it?” she whispers in wonder.

I nod my confirmation and hold my breath again, waiting for the next toll to ring out and light up my insides.

“I want to feel it, too.”

That’s the last thing I hear before the bricks tremble behind my back and her lips press into mine. Her hands move up my neck to cup my face as her sweet, greedy tongue begs for entrance.

I willingly let her in and wrap her in my arms. She tastes just like she smells: strawberries, sugar, and the sharp tang of vodka. Her kiss is bold and confident, her lips relentless as she hypnotizes me with her mouth. Her hands are everywhere—skimming down my sides, teasing along the hem of my jeans. She even squeezes my ass, the little spitfire.

Every time the clock strikes a chord, her tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. I’m consumed by the vibrations at my back and the ministrations of her hands. I crave each resounding toll, desperate to feel the depth of her wanting as I’m deprived of most of my senses.

When the next chime rings out, I pull her tighter against my chest. We moan in unison as the vibrations roll through us, inspiring a wave of desire that has my dick hardening in anticipation.