Again, neither of us makes any attempt to separate. To leave. This is like a fucked-up game of chicken. We’re both waiting to see who folds first. Only, we never do.

I catch the moment his resolve snaps. A growl tears out of his throat, and when his lips press down on mine, my eyes flutter closed, breath hitching as my blood heats to dangerous levels of temptation. His lips are pillow soft, so plush, and his scruffy face scratches mine in the most sordid way. My hands grab the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him into me, mouth parting as he slips his tongue inside. It’s hot and when it licks mine, I groan into his mouth as the flavor of nicotine and whiskey overrides any clear thoughts I possess.

Our mouths move together in perfect synchrony, tongues tangling and exploring. His hand is still next to my head on the wall, his other taking hold of my hip in a bruising grip. I’m unsure if it’s meant to push me away or keep me close. Either way, his mouth makes no move to stop. Instead, intensifying, deepening against mine.

My pulse is roaring in my ears as one of my hands wraps around the back of his head, fingers diving into his dark, unruly locks. When I tug on his hair, his hips grind into mine, and a groan vibrates from my chest when I feel his erection rub against me.

My head is floating on a high from his touch, my body drowning in everything he’s giving me. I never want this moment to end, but it does. Someone in the distance whistles at us, both of us freezing. The spell is broken as he pulls away from me. His lips are swollen and glistening, eyes dark and wild. My thumb comes up absentmindedly, rubbing my bottom lip at the loss of his mouth on mine. All the blood in my body seems to have traveled down to my crotch as I stare at him, dizzy and overcome with need.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, hands raking through his hair. “That was completely inappropriate. I shouldn’t have done that. It won’t happen again. Let’s go.” He spins on his heels, stalking in the direction of our hotel, not bothering to make sure I’m following him.

My stunned mind is somehow able to kick into gear, feet remembering how to function, as I follow behind him.

What the actual fuck was that?!

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