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“You have me craving things I shouldn’t.” She regretted those words before they even left her tongue, but tequila was liquid courage tonight.

“Like what?” Pretending like he didn’t know, but he knew. There was something he lusted about hearing her say it.

“Like you.”

And that was it. That’s all it took.

Hand now around her neck, he took her lips in between his.

She transferred soft moans onto his mouth. He was quick to return a bite.

One, two, seven steps and she was pressed against the wall, stuck between it and his rapid breathing. There was no fighting it. He was the kind of aggressive she was forever ready for. Biting every inch around her clavicle, his hands slid from her head to her waist, giving her hair a hard nudge. A louder moan.

She wrapped her hands around his neck ready to take a bite of his neck. But he was too quick. Placing his hands around her ass, he harshly pulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, crashing her back harder against the wall. Tongues moved faster.

They kissed, licked, bit every inch they could, like they were timed. Like they were looking for a taste.

With a stern voice, he demanded to be kissed more.

“Make me.” She barely let out the two words before he filled her mouth with his tongue once more.

They could, quite possibly, stop. But no, they weren’t.

The California king five feet away waited. Waited as he carried her over, licking her neck as she threw her head and eyes back. Fast breathing filled the empty sounds of the night. He laid her down slowly, which was about the only slow thing he had planned.

They stopped for a moment, but only for a moment. Locking eyes, he lowered his head just grazing her lips, and without loosing her eyes he lowered himself to her navel. Lifting her blouse with his teeth.

Just as she was about to move her hands, he pinned her wrists down. “No.” This moment was his. But first…

a pause.

He wanted to feel her body begging for it. No need for words. The way her hips moved, how she gripped the sheets tighter, her eyes looking for his next move as she was held still. That said it all.

He crawled back to face her, taking full control of her lips once more. The kiss was demanding. With lips so soft he put his guard down. As his grip loosened, she pushed forward, sending him falling to his side. A two second dominance switch.

She could feel his belt buckle press up against her, and could feel him doing the same. Slowly, but firmly, she began grinding back and forth. Seeing his eyes weaken, she grinned on the inside.

Almost with a vengeance, he flipped her back, pinning her hands once more.

In a matter of seconds his belt was off, and,  just as fast, wrapped around her right wrist.

Everything stopped.

Their eyes locked once more. What the night held from this point on was only something their bodies sensed. “High for this” played lowly on the speaker that now lay knocked over on the carpet.

And yes, they most definitely wanted to be high for this.