She sucks in a breath. Her eyes drop hesitantly between us. She tries to back away, but I don’t let her go. Tightening my grip around her waist, a carnal need I’ve never embraced before beckons me to let it be unleashed. Something about the way she denies what she wants makes something inside of me snap.

“Feel that?” I growl as I push her back up against the wall and force my length up her inner thigh.

She closes her eyes, bites her bottom lip, stifles a moan, and nods her head.

“I’ve never either, Wendy. Felt this. Wanted this.” She stops breathing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, either.” My head drops to her neck, her skin breaks out in goosebumps as I gently place a kiss to her skin. “What I’m not supposed to do?”

I stare at her neck, my breath coming out in rushed, heated waves against her skin. Goosebumps break out across her collarbone, and my eyes travel lower. My eyes graze down to her full breasts and instinctively I press my body harder against hers. She lets out another whimper. One filled with pain, with pleasure. My eyes flash back to her face, and I notice her eyes are still closed. She still hasn’t taken a breath.

“Wendy,” I whisper, leaning my face down, drawn to her more than ever before. I lick my lips, my gaze studying her mouth. “If you need air, Darling, all you have to do is ask.”

She gasps, sucking in a breath just as I fist her hair in my hand, her fingers grip my scalp and our mouths crash against one another.

Her right leg wraps around my waist and I push her back up against the wall, instinctively bringing my hand up under her other thigh and lifting her into the air. She wraps both legs around my middle as my hands rise up her curves, settling against both sides of her face. She fists my shirt harshly and pulls me closer.

More. We both need more.

In sync, our mouth’s part, deepening the kiss and I brush my tongue against hers. She stills. My eyes open and catch her startled stare, but she doesn’t pull away. With my mouth held against her lips, I breathe her in and ask, “Is this, ok?”

She doesn’t respond, only leans in and slowly kisses me back. Her tongue strokes mine and makes a sound escape my lips I’ve never heard. Never craved before. Carnal. Want. A frenzied need mixes with a demanding urge to take.

I hold her for minutes I wish were hours as we explore each other in a way we’ve never thought of before. Her lips on mine feels mind blowing. Earth shattering. I’m obsessed. Hooked for life, instinctively knowing I will never get enough.