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The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly, we’re alone in this tiny, grimy room.
It feels like the walls are closing in, pushing us together.
Bama’s eyes lock onto mine, and before I know it, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes like we’re starved for each other.
He throws his cut on the dresser, and it lands with a thud, followed by my jacket.
Hands fumble with buttons, zippers, and anything that stands in the way.
His fingers brush my skin, sending electric shocks through me.
I yank his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tattoo of a snake wrapped around flowers on his chest.
It’s mesmerizing, and I can’t help but trace it with my fingertips.
“Jordyn,” he breathes, voice thick with desire. “Come here.”
I pull back just enough to slip out of my jeans and top, standing there in nothing but a black lace set I’ve been saving for God knows what.
His eyes darken, pupils dilating as they rake over me.
He steps closer, hands gripping my hips possessively.
“Fuck, Jordyn,” he murmurs, voice gravelly. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t shy away.
Instead, I lean into him, feeling our bodies align perfectly.
His hands slide up my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. The fabric slips away, leaving me bare to his gaze.
“God, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he whispers almost reverently.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demand, pulling him down toward me.
Our mouths crash together, desperate and hungry.
Every touch, every kiss is filled with the promise of what’s to come.
The night is ours, and for once, I’m not afraid to take what I want.
Bama’s hands are everywhere, rough and demanding.
His lips follow a frantic path down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I arch into him, gasping as his teeth scrape against my collarbone.
The motel room around us fades into oblivion—it’s just him and me now.
“Jordyn,” he growls, voice thick with need, as he pushes me back onto the bed.
The old mattress creaks under the sudden weight, but I don’t care.
All that matters is the feel of him between my thighs, the way his body fits against mine.
“More,” I whisper, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, lips hot against my skin.
