Chapter 27

“Right now?” I ask, hoping it sounds

coy and teasing and not the least bit like my blood’s on fire for

this boy in my arms, pinning me up to the door, but he thrusts into

me and I know he feels that hard thickness at my groin, aching at

the confines of my jumpsuit—I know he feels it against his own

erection because thatrubs along my thigh, as eager as his

lips that cover mine.

“Now,” he breathes, and the hum of my

zipper when he pulls it down is lost in my low moan. His knee

presses between my legs and into my crotch, and then his hands are

slipping into my open zipper, smoothing along my naked chest,

cupping my erection through my thin boxers and then easing around

my hips, beneath the fabric, until he has one arm wrapped around my

waist, one hand cradling my bare ass, kneading hungrily. He buries

his face in my throat and I hug him close, my arms around his neck,

my lips in his hair and I moan his name again, he’s kissing me and