He lifted her onto his toes and walked her backward until her back hit the wall. With their bodies molded together, he raised her chin with a finger. The slightest gasp came from her throat before he lowered his mouth to hers.
She groaned beneath him, and his hand combed through her long, blonde-white hair, twisting it around his fist. She kissed him back hungrily, fisting his top, forcing him closer, pressing those sexy tits of hers against him. His cock hardened with need, and he crushed her further into himself, becoming frenzied with every passing second.
Tasting sweet as a summer day, he pushed his tongue against the seam of her lips. She parted her mouth, unleashing the most delicious moan, and kissed him with unbridled desire.
His heart slammed against his chest. He had to taste more of her, devour every fucking inch. His hand fell to her waist and slid over to her ass, squeezing.
Breathing faster, he scooped one of her legs around his hip and nestled his hardness between her thighs, grinding against her.
Her groans drove him to insanity, her pelvis moving back and forth, meeting his every thrust. Even through the fabric of their pants, he felt her fire. Fuck, he needed her naked and now!
Her kiss left him breathless and insatiable.
Breaking away, she remained in his arms, her lower lip slipping between her teeth as she stared up at him. The innocence in her expression had attracted him to her weeks ago. Something about Cyra screamed the opposite, reminded him of himself when he’d been young. Lost in the world, trying to act tough, but, on the inside, vulnerability would eat at his every decision. And part of him wanted to wrap her up in cotton, protect her from the hurt and deceit he had faced. The city was like a demon, chipping away at one’s soul the longer they lived here.
“Baby girl, let me take you somewhere else to make you feel incredible, once I’ve cleaned up this house.” If he didn’t stop now, he’d rip off those pants and bend her over, desperate to sink into her little pussy.
She nodded and raised herself to meet his mouth again, kissing him with the same savagery that lingered inside him. Her arms coiled around his neck, and he fisted the fabric of her T-shirt.
“Take me,” she purred the words. Temptation had always been his weakness, and she was offering herself to him. Part of him toyed with taking off from the house for an hour or two. Just him and Cyra, to fuck her, get the lust out of his system before his balls turned blue and killed him.
God, he’d waited so long to hear her say those words, but he’d always pulled back, stayed far away for good reason. After losing Cherri-Anne to the demon, he’d told himself he didn’t deserve happiness of any kind, let alone finding someone else who drove his pulse into a frenzy. But for the first time, a sprinkle of hope melted that ice around his heart. And now, only hunger consumed him from the inside out. He had to take Cyra, own her.
He slid his fingertips under her top and across the scorching hot flesh of her stomach. He cupped a breast over the silky bra, filling his palm, and she moaned at his touch. He couldn’t help himself and wasn’t ready to pull away from her…not yet anyway.
Their breaths escalated, and he yanked up her top, breaking from their kiss, staring at the most delicious cleavage. “All mine.”
Cyra tugged at his T-shirt, drawing the fabric over his abs, and her warm hands were on his skin, sliding over his pecs and following the line of hair dipping down his stomach and into his pants. Clothes had to go… and so much for taking this elsewhere. She wasn’t backing down, and well, he had no intention of pushing away this kitten who wanted him.
She pulled at his belt, and, with his fingers hooked into the lip of her pants, he hauled her closer. His mouth was on her neck, licking her sweetness, the softness teasing him. “The things I’m going to do to you.”
“Hmm. I’ve never been with someone before.”
He kissed his way to the corner of her lips and whispered, “I’ll be your first?” Something about her roleplaying both excited and terrified him. Was she kinkier than he’d first anticipated?
Cyra nodded without a smirk and, instead, her cheeks blushed with shyness, and that simple admission drowned Gunn. “Wait!” He untangled himself and pulled back. “Are you serious? You’ve never slept with anyone before?”
What was wrong with him, stopping when she’d made it crystal clear she wanted him. But he had to be beyond certain, because defying a friend’s wishes was one thing, but then telling Chase he’d also taken Cyra’s virginity? Yep, that right there was a declaration of all-out war.
While such news pulled him to Cyra, made him even more desperate to protect her, to make her his so no one would ever touch her, he couldn’t rush this. Not like this. And her first time sure as hell wouldn’t be in a bathroom. Hell, he had to clear his head. There was a pressing danger nearby, yet his legs refused to move away from her.
She leaned back against the wall, her hands pressed to her stomach, her eyes too glossy. “Why are you acting all freaked out?” Her words came out barely a whisper.
He brought her into his arms, but she pushed her hands against his chest. “Cyra, a first time is special, and I don’t want you to regret this later.”
“Why? ’Cause this is a fling for you, and now you think it comes with emotions? Fuck that. All I want from you is a good time.” She folded her arms over her chest, and her words burned his insides.
“I didn’t say that. You caught me off-guard. And this isn’t a one-night stand for me.” He kept his voice steady,
