Page 56 of Dirty Fighter

Jesus, I can feel her tremble.

And when she opens to me, our eyes lock, holding for a weighted beat, lips barely touching. Like we’re on the brink of something big. Something powerful and real.

There’s the smallest quake in her breath, and it’s the breaking point for both of us.

We crash together in a kiss that’s equal parts need and relief and something I don’t even have a name for.

Her arms link tight around my neck. She pulls me in as we devour each other like we’ve been waiting ten years to do it. Or one of us has anyway.

Only the way she’s kissing me, it doesn’t feel one-sided. It feels raw and hungry and edged with a desperation the guy inside me who’s wanted her from the first time I saw her wants to read way more into than he probably should.

But damn, it’s so hot the way she’s using her arms to pull herself higher, to kiss me harder. And when she rocks against me— Fuck.

“Want you,” I growl against her parted lips, my fist tightening in her damp hair.

“Want you too,” she murmurs against my mouth before moaning around the thrust of my tongue. Because yeah, I want in.

I want in everywhere.

Every. Way. I. Can. Get. It.

I want to lick into her mouth and to feel her wriggle beneath me when my breath finds the whorl of her ear. I want my fingers sliding over the softness I can feel against my fly.

I want to slip through her wetness and tease the spots that make her gasp and shake.

I want to feel her slick warmth give way around me as I take her, sinking deep and deeper until our bodies are connected as completely as they can be. Until there isn’t room for a single thing to come between us.

Christ, I want everything.

Not just her body. All of her.

I want this thing we nearly started ten years ago and has felt like a hole in my chest since the second it slipped away.

Her back meets the wall, and her legs come around me, her heel at my thigh urging me closer. I lean in, pinning her there with my body, pushing her higher with my hips, dragging her down and against where I’m hard for her with the firm grasp of my hands at her perfect ass.

“Yes,” she breathes, as I taste her pulse point and that sexy spot beneath her ear.

So good. Never thought I’d be able to touch her like this.

It’s sweeter than I ever imagined. But still, “Tell me to stop, and I will.” I have to say it, need her to know.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, pulling at my shirt here and there. “This might be crazy, but I don’t care.”

“Nothing crazy about it.” Right. Perfect. Just like this delicious spot on her neck.

“Nothing?” she challenges on a breathless laugh that is my new favorite sound in the world.

“Not. One. Single. Thing.”

“Agree to disagree, crazy man,” she purrs into my hair as I lick into the hollow between her breasts. “We do this once. Get it out of our systems.”

I stop moving.

She keeps wrestling with my shirt. “No strings. No messy complications.”

What? “Rowan, wait. I don’t want—” I cut off at the press of her fingers against my lips.

“You aren’t going to hurt me or use me or break my heart or whatever it is you don’t want to do, Jason.”