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Something low and satisfied rolled through my chest.

I growled against her lips. “That’s fucking right.”

She gasped into my mouth and kissed me back just as fiercely, like she wanted to know how much damage I could do with my mouth alone.

Louisa shoved herself into me at the same time as I pulled her closer, and our teeth clacked together. Breathless. Zero hesitation.

And when she let her body take over, I felt it happen under my hands—electricity shooting up her spine and teeth biting down on my lip. I answered her without thinking, sliding my hand down the front of her throat. She let out a sharp, wild sound like something had finally been let off its leash.

Jesus Christ.

I staggered a half-step, heart pounding, and she chased it immediately, one hand fisting my jacket like she was already fucking pissed I was leaving. The other hand skimming my cock, with only my jeans between us. Possessive. Unapologetic.

“Mine,” she panted into my mouth, still gripping my dick.

And I fucking snapped.

I hauled her up roughly, and her legs clamped around my waist without hesitation.

“Finally!” she cried.

Her hands were on my face and in my hair, clawing at my traps, feeling her way down my arms. Like she couldn’t get enough of me—like she’d been waiting months to touch me like I was hers.

My palms were full of her ass, and I felt her thighs clench around me. I exhaled a ragged breath, my mouth against her neck as I pushed her against the studio door so I could feel more of her at once.

I trailed my lips along hers and licked into her mouth. Tasted her tongue with mine. She raked her fingers through my hair, slowing the frenzy, and I slipped mine into her leggings from behind. I stroked the wet strip of her panties. Brushed my fingers along the crease between her pussy and her thigh.

“Why does your hoodie say ‘Future Class of 2025’?” I murmured.

She laughed huskily into my ear, “Library lost and found,” and it went straight to my dick.

Gripping her hipbone in one hand, I dragged the hard ridge in my jeans along the seam between her legs, putting pressure on her clit. Rocking into her and feeling her match me, like a dance. Like we were already fucking.

God, I could come from this.

“Louisa, if you don’t open this goddamned door, I’m going to make you come in the alley against the side of your building when you can’t even feel your toes,” I warned, and she giggled against my mouth.

I set her down—and she didn’t hesitate. She tossed her keys into the snowbank with a grin. “Oops.”

Louisa

“Brat,” he laughed, “you’re gonna get it.”

“I sure hope so,” I said.

His bottom lip caught between his teeth, Will sized me up and quickly spun me around with my cheek and tits pressed against the cold door. His big palm flat between my shoulder blades to hold me there. Delicious.

“I’ve thought of a thousand ways I’d make you come, Louisa, but I did not imagine having to yank these ridiculous long johns down your ass before I did.” He was chuckling as he tried to shove them to my thighs along with the basketball shorts.

“There’s a butt-flap if that’s easier,” I deadpanned. The unselfconscious snort into the back of my neck with his face in my hair sent a pulse of heat straight through me.

He pressed his whole front against my back, the cold of his belt buckle feeling delectable on my overheated skin where he’d swept my coat aside and rucked up my sweatshirt. His arms wrapped around me from behind, one hand snaking up my shirt to cup my breasts and the other slipping down into my underwear.

My fingers splayed on the door when he touched me for the first time, and my eyes closed involuntarily.

“Jesus, Louisa. I could come in my pants right now just from how you look and feel in my hands,” he groaned, his lips on my ear. Do it. Get it all over your pants.

I wanted to say something, too, but his hand felt so fucking good as it slid down my body that my brain was not firing on all cylinders. His teeth were on my neck.