I let go of her hands, trailing my fingertips down the inside of her arms, over her collarbone, to her breasts, then squeeze them into my palms. Her arms fall to my shoulders and curl around my neck.

“Whatever you think this is, Aleck—it isn’t.”

“Your body says otherwise, Grimm.”

“My body is a traitor,” she breathes into my lips. “You’re a fire—hot, but destructive. If I don’t get out, you’ll burn me alive.”

I press my forehead to hers, breathing her air, tasting her on my tongue already. “If I’m a fire, Winter, you’re the gasoline.”

I reach between us, sliding my hand under her dress, and up her inner thigh to her soaking wet panties. She gasps, biting her bottom lip.

“Fuck.” I press her into the wall so hard, I’m surprised we haven’t pushed through it into the hallway. Her lips are so full and so fucking beautiful.

I slide my hand into her panties, finding her clit with my index and middle fingers. “Promise me honesty or I’ll stop,” I say, rubbing slow circles over her.

She nods in agreement, moaning low and breathlessly.

“Do you like him?”

I watch her reaction, her golden-brown eyes fixed on mine, challenging me. She nods yes, so I rub her harder and faster on impulse, grinding my teeth at her answer.

“Yeah?” I growl, my jaw tensing, and my scowl digging deeper. “Does he make you feel the way I do? Honest answer only, Winter. Or so help me, I’ll fucking stop and leave you here.”

Her brows dip angrily, and she grinds her pussy into my hand, chasing the release she knows is coming, then she shakes her head no.

“No?” Relief floods me. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

My free hand curls around the back of her neck, pulling her head forward so her lips press against mine, but we don’t kiss. I bare my teeth, waiting to hear why her feelings for me are so different. She whimpers, her hot breath pulsing against my mouth, begging me to let her come.

Not yet, sweetheart. First, you tell the truth for a change.

“You make me feel exhilarated,” she spits almost angrily. “Horny…” She swipes her tongue across my lips quickly, making my cock all but spring from my trousers to jab her in the belly button. “You make me happy, but angry. So, so angry, Aleck.”

“Feelings fucking mutual, Winter,” I grit through my teeth before pulling my hand from her panties and dropping to my knees.

My hands work fast to pull Winter’s panties down her legs, then she steps out of them. And then—because I’m not fucking around anymore—I don’t just wrap one of her legs around my shoulders, I hook my hands around the back of both of her knees and hoist her up to sit on my face in a standing position.

One hand presses her sternum into the wall, and the other grabs a handful of her ass before I plunge my tongue into her opening like I’m fucking her with it.