Page 57 of Tasty Cherry

I do. I really do. I feel painfully alive. “There’s more. I…I want…” I glance around.

He steps close. “We’re in a secure area. Pretty private.”

I swallow. “I feel like there’s a fire down below. It’s hot and heavy and desperate for someone to touch it.” I suck in a breath. “And talking about it makes it so much worse.”

“Desire can be intense.”

“And you’re right here,” I say.

He lets out a long, slow breath like he’s trying to control himself. “I am.”

I detect the slightest tremor in his hand, still on my chest. “I want to get crazy.”

He doesn’t waste time, but snatches me forward to fit his mouth over mine. Fire licks through me. I want the kiss and the closeness of his body. But I want so much more.

I press against him, desperate to quench this need. My breathing is heavy. “Can we touch?”

He slides his hands over my vest to cup my breast. My whole body burns. I don’t care where we are. We’re alone. There are only two rooms in this secure hall. But maybe we can use the other one. “Is the other room taken?”

“It is,” he says. “I checked them in yesterday.”

“Damn it.” I reach around his back to press him close to me. “I feel like I’m going to combust.”

He presses his face into my hair. “What do you want, Mila?”

I take his hand and press it between my legs. “Make it stop,” I whisper.

Then his hand slips inside my waistband and snakes down.

He holds me close as he slides multiple fingers inside me.

I respond so fast, my head spins. He flutters inside me, and I hang onto his suit jacket like I might fall through the earth.

I can’t kiss him. I need all my concentration to go where he’s working me.

My hand clutches at his shoulder. It’s so wild, so hot, so intense.

Tension builds. I want to feel every part of what’s happening. I close my eyes. My body feels tight, like I’m spiraling inward.

Then everything tightens down. “Oh my god,” I cry before he covers my mouth with his. I breathe against his lips. I pulse against his fingers again and again. I can barely stand. He holds me up, an arm around my waist.

There is lightning in my body. Wave after wave moves around his fingers, pulsing outward. I gasp, trying to figure out which way is up, not sure how I’ve managed to stay on my feet.

Only when my legs are working again does he slide his hand out. I press against the wall, feeling both spent and exhilarated at the same time.

“Did we do that?” I asked.

“We did.” He slides his finger into his mouth, closing his eyes as he tastes me on his skin. “Just like I remember.”

Holy shit.

I flash hot again. Already? What is happening to me?

It must be what made Brooklyn sleep with Maverick—twice. And what made Kennedy make out with him in the hall by the offices where anyone could see.

This is dangerous stuff. A drug. It’s everything. I’m figuring out what everybody else already knew.

And I want more.