Inside behind a locked door, I release my hold on her legs and let her body slide down my frame. I catch her wrists in my hands and raise them over her head, pinning her to the door with one hand. Her breasts rise with each shuddered breath and I kiss and suck her lips, tongue, ear, neck. I land back at the tops of her cleavage.

“Jon. Yes. More.”

“Is this what you want?” I nip her throat and she moans. She’s been snarky and wound tight all evening. I’ll be damned, but something inside needs to control her, give her an insane orgasm, and show her I’m the man. “My room or yours?”

“Huh?” I chuckle against her skin. I love that I’m able to distract her to the point she can’t think of anything except what I’m doing to her body. I pull back enough so that we’re face to face. Her eyes flutter open and the desire I see within steals my breath. My cock throbs. It knows what’s coming. Chill, big guy, you’ll get yours. I’m not rushing this night.

“I want you, Kate. I want you so damn bad. But not against this door. Not for what I want to do.”

“Yes. Yes, please.” She gives a slight nod.

“My room?”

“Yes. Not Evie’s.” My patience from before is waning and I wrap my arm across her waist and throw her over my shoulder. Kate giggles as I stomp my way down the hall. I can’t get inside the room quick enough.

“Caveman. I knew it.” She giggles and I slap her ass again. “Mmm. That’s not punishment. I like it when you do that.” Satisfaction and pride fill me as I lower her to the floor. Maybe she’s right. I am a little caveman, but I’m damn happy she’s in my room for the night.

“Too much talking.” My lips find hers in a hurried kiss. I cup her face in my hands, her head tilted back. Kate’s hands run up and down my hard length, gripping me through the fabric of my pants. I hiss. That feels so good. Her fingers move to my shirt, pull it from the confines of my pants and nimbly work open each button.

Desire pulses from my cock to my fingertips. I need to feel her skin on mine. My hands move across her throat, to the material that covers her breasts, and yank it down. Her nipples now free, I dip my head to suck one into my mouth, and roll and twist the other between my thumb and index finger. Moaning and arching her back, she pushes them closer to my face. It’s not enough, I want more. I release her breast with a pop and stand to my full height.

“Dress off.” I finish pulling at the tie and shirt Kate’s halfway undone. She smirks and reaches to her side, sliding the hidden zipper down to her waist.

“So bossy.” She giggles, but releases her hold on the fabric. The dress pools at her feet and she stands before me, in sexy nude heels and barely there lace panties.

“Fuck.” I stalk toward her, as a predator would its prey. The playful smile fades from her face and she hitches in a breath. We’re standing toe to toe, a current of want and need bouncing between our bodies.

“I need to taste you.”

“Okay.” Her tongue licks across her lips, and as much as I want to tease those lips with my own I have other plans. My hands graze her shoulders and slide down her soft skin. I grasp her wrists and turn her to face the mirror hanging above my dresser.

“Hands stay here. Don’t let go.” I push her wrists so she grasps the ledge of the dresser. Her back arches and I run my hands over the smooth skin before pulling her hips back a little further. Her head is dipped and I can’t see her face in the mirror.

I quickly undo my belt, kick off my shoes, and drop my pants and underwear. Once I’ve peeled off both dress socks I cover her body with mine and frame my chest to her back. My hand snakes over her bare breast, up and across her throat to her chin, and tips it so she meets my eyes in the reflection.

“Kate. I want you to see what I do to you. What you do to me. Don’t you dare drop your gaze from this mirror. Got that?”

“And if I don’t?” I slap her ass and she squeals.

“Just humor me, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I kiss my way down her spine, massaging her breasts until I reach the lace of her underwear. I dip my fingers into the thin band.

“These are nice.” I yank and snap the band; the fabric drops to the ground.

“Hey! You’re buying me another pair!” I spread her ass with my fingers and lick my way to her center. She’s soaked.

“Gladly,” I murmur against her sensitive skin. I use my tongue and fingers until she’s grinding back against my face. Her legs are shaking and she’s speaking gibberish. I can tell she’s close. Hell, I’m close too. I’m a selfish bastard, though, because I want to feel her orgasm grip my cock as I come with her. I pull away and stand.

“Hey—” I wrap my arms around her chest and pull her to me. My mouth finds hers and she twists into me.

“Taste that. You taste so fucking good, Kate. But I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Please.” She begs between tongue sparring kisses. My hands move down over her ass to her thighs and lift, and I carry her back to my bed. I should slow down and make this last. Blood rushes in my ears as I set her on the bed. After weeks of fantasizing about this moment I know this will be fast.

She scoots back toward the headboard and I follow, crawling over her to pull a condom from the bedside drawer. I open the foil packet.

“Can I?” Kate’s small hands reach forward, take the latex and expertly roll it down my length. I curse and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“So good.” I brace myself over her body and she spreads her legs wide open, welcoming me against her wet heat. She uses her fingers to guide me inside. I lower myself to my forearms so I can wrap my hands underneath her arms. Locking my gaze with hers I push forward. She holds me like a vice. “You’re always so damn good, Kate.”

I rock my hips and she moves to meet me. First slow, but each thrust thereafter gains momentum and speed.

“I’m so close, Jon.” She moans, closes her eyes and turns her head.

“No. Kate. Look at me.” I slow my rhythm until she meets my eyes once more.

“I want to see your eyes when you come. When I give you all of me.” Her chest rises and falls in short breaths and I resume a demanding pace. She meets me with a rocking of her hips and soon we’re there again. Teetering on the edge of pure bliss.

“Kate. Come for me, baby.” My words are all she needs as she screams out her release, calling my name. Her sweet pussy milks my dick. Pressure builds at the base of my spine and I give in, shouting her name, a shaking, exhausted wreck. I pull out and roll next to her. Wrap one arm under her back to pull her close.

She snuggles into my side with a deep exhale. “That was good.”

“Really good.” I kiss her head, filled with pride and joy at her admission. I roll off the bed and discard the condom in the bathroom across the hall. When I return she’s sitting on my bed, sheet wrapped around her body, picking at the fabric.

“Here. Put this on. We are breaking to re-fuel.” I toss her a shirt from my dresser and pull on a pair of basketball shorts.

“Breaking?” She pulls my tee over her head, and studies the hem like it holds all life’s answers.

“Hey.” I walk to her and use my finger to tilt her chin. Her eyes meet my own. Her lips are swollen and I have to kiss them. I brush my lips over hers once, twice, and pull away before I can’t stop.

“I’m not done with you tonight. But first I want to show you something.” I grasp one of her hands in mine, lace our fingers together and pull her out to the kitchen. I pat one of the barstools and she hops up. I walk the few paces to the fridge.

“Close your eyes. No peeking.” I pull the cake I made from the refrigerator and fish two forks from a drawer as I walk back to where Kate sits. She looks sexy in my shirt, the length pulling short from where she crosses her legs. Excitement fills her smiling face as she waits with her eyes shut tight. I take a moment to admire her before I slide the cake on the counter and sit on the barstool next to hers.