“Hmm,” I hum, breaking our kiss reluctantly to get a solid confirmation from her. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

A million sparks light up inside of me, hope that I don’t understand bombarding my entire form. I nod and proceed to show my appreciation by scattering light kisses all over her face. She’s with me. I have never felt such a powerful surge of faith. Everything this woman does to me is addictive. “I need to have all of you, Ava.” Every little piece and more, and not just her body. I want her words, her smiles, her passion. “Say I can have all of you.”

She hesitates, but only briefly. “Take me.”

Fuck. Yes.

I curl my arm around her tiny waist and lift her slight frame from her feet, carrying her to the wall and gently pushing her against it as our lips become more frantic, more desperate. We’re both on the same page, and something tells me it could be a beautiful story. My hands are everywhere, frenzied and hungry, my mouth the same. I refuse to release her lips, so when she starts pushing my jacket away from my shoulders, I step back only a fraction to give her room.

I shake it off and reclaim her, thrusting her back into the wall, a bit harder than I intended, but she doesn’t seem bothered by my eagerness. She’s meeting my urgency perfectly.

“Fucking hell, Ava,” I breathe. “You make me crazy.” I circle my hips to alleviate the throb in my cock, pulling a quiet cry from her. Her hands are clenching at my hair, the feeling out of this world. I yank her dress up to her waist and roll into her once more, nipping at her bottom lip before I pull away, breathing uncontrolled bursts of air as I deliver another grind, delighting in her moans of pleasure, smiling at her drowsy eyes. Her head falls back against the wall, and she pants. The temptation of her exposed throat is way too much to resist. I’m lost. Fucking lost, and I don’t want anyone to ever find me.

“Jesse.”

I’m only mildly aware of her panting my name as I bite my way across her skin, my mouth on a tangent, my mind seized by anticipation of what’s to come.

“Jesse, people are coming, you have to stop.” She starts squirming in my embrace, rubbing up against my solidness.

Fuck!

“I’m not letting you go, not now.” I groan the words out, silently begging her not to stop this.

“We need to stop.”

“No.” Not a fucking chance in hell. I sound demanding, but I can’t help it. I know there are people wandering around, and I fucking hate them for it. Of all the times and all the places she could have submitted to this madness, she chooses today in a packed open house with no privacy.

“We’ll do this later.”