She must have been expecting a bedroom. But those doors didn’t lock, and I didn’t entirely trust the people out there to leave us alone. I wasn’t going to tell her that though. “Yeah, I know.”

Needing her, I returned my mouth to hers. She instantly attacked me, clenching her fingers in my hair, pressing her body against me. The need was so intense, so focused, it almost felt like this was our first time together.

I was about to tell her how much I wanted her, but before I could make a sound, her throaty voice cut through the silence of our fast breaths. “You always make me feel so good…I’m going to make you feel good too, Kellan. I want you so much.”

I felt dizzy, lightheaded. High on her. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long if she kept talking like that. But I didn’t want her to stop either. I closed my eyes, letting my head drop back as her lips attached to my neck; every touch was liquid fire against my skin. “Oh God…I love it when you’re like this.”

That made her stop. “Like what…drunk?” I was about to tell her no, but she ran her tongue up my throat. Holy hell…

What did she ask me? “No. Confident…like you finally get it.”

She pulled back to look at me, confusion in her beautiful eyes. “Get what?” Then she flicked my lip with her tongue; the world spun as need surged through me, making me ache in the best possible way.

Refocusing, because I needed her to hear this, I told her, “That I’m yours…that you can take me…anywhere, anytime, any way. That you own every piece of me.” Forever.

As I watched, her eyes started…sizzling. “If I own you, then I want to take you…now…here. I want to make you come.”

I gave her a seductive smile, but inside…I was burning. Oh…my…fuck. That was the hottest thing I’d ever heard her say. She was killing me right now. In fact, I might not actually survive this. But she wasn’t stopping with words. She pushed me against the counter, rubbing her hips against mine as she yanked my mouth back to hers, claiming me. Yes…take me.

“God…yes. I need you, Kiera. Can you feel how much I need you?” Can you tell I’m barely keeping it together? She whimpered in my mouth, her fingers drifting to my jeans, tugging. Goddamn, she wants me so much…

Blocking out the world, I started lifting up her shirt. She gave up on my jeans and helped me, then helped me remove my shirt. The skin-on-skin contact made me delirious. But even still, I paused to touch my necklace around her throat. You own me…do I own you too?