She moans when I don’t let her answer me and instead kiss her hard, twirling my tongue inside her mouth and pressing my body into her, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

I grab one of her thighs and lift her leg, wrapping it around my waist. She cries out and grips the back of my shirt, tightening her leg and lifting up on her toes with the other.

Her soft moans and mewls are such a turn-on. Our mouths fit together so perfectly. It’s easily the best kiss I’ve ever had, aside from the last time she and I kissed. But even compared to then…

There’s something about this kiss. Before, we’ve both held back a little bit. This time? We’re devouring one another. We’re all in. We’re falling fast and hard and there’s no end. Damn, I hope she’s feeling that, too.

If I don’t back off, we’ll never go out and while that alternative sounds incredible, I don’t want our first time to be me attacking her against her door.

“Fuck, I don’t want to stop,” I admit on a groan, proving my point by diving back in again.

Katie shakes her head but her lips don’t leave mine. “Then don’t,” she mumbles.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here and you’re making it very hard,” I groan.

“Yes. I feel that.” She does a little shimmy with her hips and grinds against me.

“Katie,” I warn.

She kisses me once more then reaches up higher to whisper in my ear, “You win. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flounces away and I reach to grab her to pull her back to me, my body alive with desire for her but she slips away, giggling.

After locking up her apartment, I follow her down the stairs to my truck. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that it seems a lot easier if we just skip to the fun part of the evening.”

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