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“I need you, Alana. I want to thrust my cock inside your tight little cunt. Tonight.”
Alana moaned, her hands gripping his shirt in a tight hold.
“London…”
He rested his hand on the door beside her head. Their lips connected again, and this time, she pushed her hips forward against him. Her mouth was hungry for his. His tongue stroked hers, allowing him to get a taste of her.
He’d missed this.
The feel of her soft, curvy body molding so perfectly against his. It was as if she were made for him.
“Do you want to feel me inside of you?”
“God, yes,” she breathed.
“Then open the fucking door, Alana,” he growled. “Unless you want our neighbors to watch me fuck you right here in the hallway.”
Spinning around, she jiggled the key and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, she walked inside and turned, her focus on him.
He stalked through the entryway and shut the door behind him while Alana shrugged off her messenger bag, letting it fall to the floor. Moving to stand in front of her, he fought to keep his hands to himself.
“Second thoughts? Because now would be the time for you to tell me to go home.”
Her heart was racing away like a runaway train. She had tried her best to stay clear of London, not wanting to face him after last week. She had gotten her hopes up, and they had been crushed.
Stomped into the ground.
Alana didn’t know how he knew what time she got home, but she hadn’t expected for him to come flying out of his apartment and practically devour her with one kiss.
Her lips still tingled.
Lord. Have. Mercy.
That kiss practically took her breath away.
Made her forget why she was avoiding him.
Standing before him, she took him in. His hair was tussled, as if he had been running his hands through it. Her gaze wandered down to the tight fitted T-shirt that molded to his body. She knew from their conversations that he loved working out.
Through his gray sweat pants, she could see the silhouette of his hard cock pressing against the heavy cotton material.
From the size of his bulge, she knew he was working with something to brag about.
“Alana,” London murmured, getting her attention. Smirking, he reached for her, his thumb running along her bottom lip. “What will it be? Am I staying or going home?”
“Stay,” she replied, her voice ending in a squeak.
He bent down and captured her lips again, the kiss anything but gentle. Alana wrapped her arms around London’s neck to hold on for dear life.
His lips moved along hers, tempting her, enticing her even more.
Her body trembled with need.
Had she gone into his apartment that night, she knew she wouldn’t have come home until the next morning.
Lifting her up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Without a word, he carried her into her bedroom.
