Chapter Twenty Six

“We need to go,” he said, walking past me in strong strides.

I stayed where I was, my keys in my palm, and stared at him. I’ve never felt tension like this. Wanting like this. He yanked open my front door and turned to look at me.

 “Brenda! We need to go,” he repeated, his voice just as husky. “Unless you want me to drag you back into your bedroom and remove those clothes, we need to fucking leave.”

Those words flipped a switch in my brain and I all but ran past him and down the stairs. I heard his footsteps echo in the stairwell behind me as I reached the small lobby and bursted outside. It was raining again, and no sooner have fat raindrops hit the top of my head than I’m pulled back inside by a strong arm around my stomach.

His body was hot against mine, his chest flushed against my back, my ass curving against his erection. One of his hands was flat against my stomach, the other cupping my hip. He w