Текст книги "On the Record"

Автор книги: K. A. Linde

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Fuck. She was fully clothed and so fucking turned on.

He released her for just a moment before stripping the sweater over her head. The tank top came next, and she didn’t even let him bother with the bra; she just tossed it onto the ground. His head dropped down and he sucked on her nipples.

Liz felt her body coming undone at the seams. How had she ever thought she didn’t want this? She had been building everything up in her mind for weeks and weeks: How could she give her body completely to someone she hadn’t given everything else to? How could she move on?

But as her heart thudded in her heaving chest and her body arched toward Hayden’s lips, her nipples demanding his attention, she couldn’t imagine not wanting this with him. She was denying herself for what?

She couldn’t comprehend the reasoning as waves crashed over her body.

She didn’t want to think about anything but Hayden’s lips moving farther south. The sound of a zipper made her clench involuntarily. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Her body was practically demanding it, aching for him. He dragged her jeans down her lean legs and pushed her thong aside as his thumb rubbed against her already sensitive clit.

Her body bucked under him, but he took the moan that left her lips as encouragement and licked against her slick folds.

“Oh fuck,” Liz cried, her body already pulsing.

He slid a finger into her experimentally, and then another when she allowed it. She tightened all around him, imagining how good it would be in that moment to have his cock fill her. God, she was going to come already.

He started to move in and out of her while he licked and bit and sucked her clit until she was visibly shaking underneath him. She couldn’t hold on. She was seeing spots in her vision. Her toes were curling and she was going from the tingly feeling to utter numbness as her whole body tried to take in the enormity of the orgasm pressing in on her on all sides.

Hayden forced her legs open wider with one hand as he continued to work. Gasps left her mouth in between the moans. Oh God, she couldn’t hold on any longer. Whatever he was doing right there. Just like that. With his tongue.

Liz’s head snapped back and her body pulsed wonderfully as a climax shot through her. Her body moved against his fingers, trying to keep them inside of her even as he slid out. And she just lay there breathing, exhausted and satisfied.

With a deep breath, Hayden rolled off of her before lying back down next to her. He kissed her forehead and pulled her into his bare chest. When had he lost his shirt? She didn’t even care right then; she just wanted to curl up against him and pass out.

“Lizzie,” he groaned, his breathing still uneven. “I don’t want to push you . . .”

He was so used to her saying no that even though she had looked and acted completely willing to move forward, he was hesitant. He didn’t want to push her away by pushing too hard. But he wanted her. It was all over his face.

And yet as dirty as she felt thinking about Brady in that moment, it all came back to her: the reason she hadn’t moved forward. Brady. She was still hung up on Brady. She couldn’t get him out of her head. She ducked into Hayden’s chest and tried not to think about Brady, but the image of him only came to her stronger.

She wasn’t ready.

Chapter 6

TRUST FOSTERS TRUST

Hey, gorgeous, are you out of class yet?

The text from Hayden flashed on her phone just as Liz was packing up. She shouldered her backpack and turned to leave. She was glad that she only had early classes on Friday.

Just got out.

Lunch? I’m starving, and I miss you.

Liz’s smile quirked on her face. Ever since that night when she had lost herself in him, she had found something in her changing. Even though they had been dating for nearly four months now, she felt what she could only associate with honeymoon butterflies: when in that initial stage of a relationship, all you wanted to do was spend all your time with the other person, and the mere thought of them made you break into a smile . . . yeah, that was where she was at.

If Hayden noticed the subtle changes in her behavior, he didn’t say anything, but he sure responded well to it. They still hadn’t had sex, but she didn’t have the same reluctance anymore. Now she had waited long enough that she just wanted the moment to be right. She didn’t want to walk into his bedroom and be like, Fuck me. Though she couldn’t see Hayden complaining about that either.

Yes. I need food. Where do you want to go?

Home . . .

Liz cracked a smile. Geez. She was giggly. She needed to work on that, but she knew she couldn’t control it.

As she was typing out a response, another message came in, this one from Justin.

Hey, I just got into town. Sorry I’m late. Are we still meeting up today?

She had totally forgotten that Justin was coming in today. She had even forgotten to tell Hayden. She should probably call him to let him know.

Yeah. Top O?

Definitely.

Liz found Hayden’s number in her phone and clicked Send. He answered immediately, “Hey. I’m just leaving the paper now. Where should I meet you?”

“Hey. About that . . .” she said awkwardly. She didn’t know why she would even let this make her uncomfortable. It was just Justin. There had never been anything romantic between them. And it certainly wasn’t like that now. Yet telling Hayden was making her a bit nervous.

She remembered telling Brady about Justin. He had gotten insanely jealous. Their relationship hadn’t even developed past sex at that point, but his jealousy had still struck her even then. It had resurfaced later after she had told him that she had gone out with Hayden in D.C. Liz closed her eyes to push out the memories, but the argument they’d had about Hayden washed over her all at once.

It doesn’t really matter! Didn’t you hear me? He’s not you! This isn’t a competition, Brady. There’s no room for jealousy.

No. She didn’t want him in her head. He hadn’t been there as much lately. She had buried him deep down inside of her where no one else could reach. It was the safest place for him. She hated the moments when life reminded her of him and fissures broke through her tough resolve.

Because the only thing I felt when he kissed me was that I was glad it was out in public. It wasn’t Hayden I wanted. It was you. And if it’s not you, then it doesn’t matter.

If it’s not you, then it doesn’t matter. God . . . she forced her mind away from it. She thought about Hayden and filled the crack with memories of his smiling face, his gentle kisses, his attention and devotion and perfection.

It all happened in a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity before she finally responded.

“I, uh . . . totally forgot that Justin was coming into town today and that I was meeting him for lunch,” Liz told Hayden. She waited for his judgment, his jealousy.

“Oh nice! I hope he’s doing all right since the DUI incident last summer. God, that feels like forever ago, doesn’t it?” Hayden asked.

Forever ago. Everything from the summer felt equally as if it had happened yesterday and a lifetime ago. But she could remember the whole summer in vivid detail that she was sure would never go away.

“Yeah,” she agreed, because she didn’t know what else to say. “He’s doing a lot better. Working for a computer software company or something. I’m not really sure.”

“Well, tell him I said hi. I don’t know if he ever really liked me, but I appreciated the work he did for the paper when he was here.”

Oh, Hayden. How could she ever think that he would be jealous? He was perpetually good-natured and saw the best in everyone. She appreciated that quality in him more than ever in that moment.

“I’ll let him know,” she said softly. She didn’t want to be sentimental right now, but it had a tendency to creep up on her. “I have to help Massey with some stuff at the paper before I can head home. Can I see you later?”

“Of course. Come over when you leave the paper. We can hang out then,” he told her.

“That sounds perfect. Is the day over yet?”

Hayden laughed softly. “I wish.”

“See you soon.”

Liz hung up as she rounded the corner to the Top of the Hill, where she was meeting Justin for lunch. It was one of her favorite restaurants in town, with a large balcony overlooking the main city block downtown.

She took the stairs up to the top floor of the building. It was still too cold to sit out on the balcony, so Liz allowed the waitress to direct her to a table. She sipped her water as she waited.

It had been so long since she had seen Justin. She didn’t really know what to expect. They had been friends since freshman year, but sometimes it was hard to be friends with Justin. Half arrogant brainiac, half douche frat boy made for a hard combination. But he was fiercely loyal and had never blamed her for the incident last summer, even though she carried part of the responsibility. She had been wasted at one of Justin’s frat parties and he had offered to drive her home. Unfortunately he had been drunk himself, and after driving through a red light had been pulled over and given a DUI. It had lost him his scholarship and he’d had to leave school.

When Justin walked into the bar and saw her, she broke into a smile. God, she had missed him being around, and she hadn’t really realized it until then. He had been a fixture in her life at UNC, working for the newspaper and taking classes with her since freshman year. She was glad to be reunited.

“Justin!” she said, barreling into him when he got closer.

He laughed and hugged her to him. “Good to see you, Liz.”

“It’s really good to see you too,” she said, pulling away from him and regaining her seat.

Justin looked professional in a way he never had in college in what looked like a brand-new suit and tie. His hair was cut shorter and brushed off of his face. She couldn’t see Justin wanting to be in a suit all the time. He was more of a khakis, polos, and boat shoes kind of guy.

The waitress appeared immediately, they ordered food and drinks, and then she disappeared just as quickly.

“You look great,” Justin said, a smug look on his face.

Liz managed not to roll her eyes. What did he want? Justin didn’t dole out compliments lightly. “Thanks. How is the new job?”

“A drag, but it pays well.”

“Yeah?” She knew there was a hitch already. She just waited for him to let the other shoe drop. “What is the company exactly?”

“It’s just a software company run by three guys. They wanted to make a program for students and teachers to install on their computers to live-stream from multiple locations on or off campus while still remaining interactive.”

“Well, that sounds cool,” she admitted.

“Yeah. I was selected online to do some testing for the program to make a few easy bucks. I took what they had redesigned and added a few key features of my own . . .”

“Wow. That’s fantastic. I bet professors like it.”

“They love it. Or at least, the three universities that have already purchased the software to try in their classrooms love it,” Justin told her. “And I’m supposed to pitch it to UNC this afternoon. Kind of ironic, right? UNC dropout sells innovative software to university system.” He chuckled to himself. “Anyway, that’s not my endgame.”

Their orders arrived, and Liz waited patiently for the waitress to leave again, digging her fork into her food. “So, what is your endgame?” she asked.

“I want to own my own company.”

“What do you want to do when you work for yourself?”

“I’m working on creating some way to put in place a filtering mechanism on YouTube videos, so I could get past all of the stuff that people watch that isn’t actually good and get straight to the good stuff. I designed the reviewing process myself, primarily to see how easy it was to find my own videos through it. I want to take it a step further and give it a social media component, form a central rating system, and then connect that to people’s YouTube accounts.”

“And you can do all of this? I seriously thought you were just a video expert,” she asked, surprised by his genius.

Justin shook his head. “I was majoring in photojournalism because I was already a programmer. My dad’s a programmer and I grew up on a computer.”

“Well, I think you should go for it.” She smiled back at him encouragingly.

“Will you help me?”

“Wh-what?” she stammered. What could he possibly want her help with? Sounded as if he had it all pretty much covered.

“I want to include a blogging component to the site and I need a writer. You and I both know I’m not that good with writing. I can’t express my ideas like you can. I know how much influence your pieces have in the paper, and I know you get A’s in all of your writing classes. I need someone that I trust to help, to keep people interested, to feed the buzz.”

He wanted her to help him with the start-up company he hadn’t even started? She didn’t know when she would ever find time for that amid her busy schedule.

“I . . . I don’t know,” she said.

“Come on. You’re perfect. And I trust you,” he said earnestly.

“Justin, I appreciate you considering me for this, but I’m swamped at school. There’s no way I could dedicate the amount of time you would need for this kind of project.”

“It wouldn’t be that much to begin with.”

“Next year I’ll be editor.” The words thrilled her when they left her mouth. She hadn’t said that out loud yet, and it felt right. “I’ll have my internship for the Morehead scholarship. It’s too much . . .”

“Just think about it. There’s plenty of time.”

“All right, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.” She didn’t like turning him down when he seemed so set on the course of action, but she didn’t think she could make it work.

The topic shifted away from Justin’s new projects as they finished their meal, but her mind was running a thousand miles a minute. She wished she had more time.

Justin picked up the tab even when she insisted that they split it. He just laughed and paid with a business credit card. They walked out together and he offered to drop her off at the paper, which she declined. It was a short distance, and he had to prepare for his meeting with the university.

She reached the newspaper without remembering anything about the walk. Massey had already left for the day, but Savannah was still milling around the office. Liz waved as she plopped down into the seat across from her.

“Lost in thought?” Savannah mused, typing away at her computer.

“Yeah. Just thinking about something I was talking to a friend about,” Liz told her. “Did Massey get through the reports for Monday?”

Savannah laughed. “Hardly. I don’t even want to look at the in-box.”

“Great,” Liz said, as she began working.

People filtered in and out of the office throughout the remainder of the afternoon, but Savannah was a constant presence, sneaking downstairs to get coffee and commiserating about the amount of work left over. Someone turned the television on at some point, but Liz didn’t even bother to pay attention to it. She dissected news venues daily in her classes.

But Brady Maxwell’s voice snapped her straight to attention. God, how long had it been since she had heard his voice? It had been blissfully quiet up until his induction into Congress at the end of January, and she had managed to avoid him entirely by keeping her TV turned off.

Her eyes followed his chiseled features, those dark brown eyes, the curve of his smile, and the assurance in his black suit, crisp button-down, and blue tie. He was without a doubt the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on, and she couldn’t stop staring. She swam in a mist of emotion that clouded her brain, keeping her rooted to the present, but still trapped in his penetrating stare . . . as if he could see her right now.

Then he was gone, his speech over, and the news outlet flashed a series of pictures of him with the same girl over and over and over. The same skinny brunette she had seen in the green gown on New Year’s Eve. He wasn’t pictured with anyone else.

Her heart stopped beating. Who was this girl?

Brady’s press secretary, Heather, appeared next, standing on a stage, answering questions to a press room in D.C. The clip only showed one question, though.

“Ms. Ferrington, can you comment on Representative Maxwell’s bachelor status? He has appeared several times with the same woman, and as we all know, it’s not common for the Congressman to stick to just one.”

The crowd laughed lightly, but Liz just cringed.

Heather smiled. She had been prepped for the question, no doubt. “Representative Maxwell has no comment but to say that whatever relationship he has with Miss Erin Edwards is business of his own, and he would prefer to keep his personal life personal, ladies and gentlemen.”

Liz felt as if her eyes might pop out of their sockets. That was perfectly planned—a stunt by the campaign to spotlight his new relationship. Was it just a ploy, though? It didn’t sound like Brady, but Christ, what did she know about Brady Maxwell?

All she knew was the name that was going to be on everyone’s lips from here on out: Erin Edwards.

Chapter 7

CONFLICT OF INTEREST

Earth to Liz. Earth to Liz,” Savannah said a moment later, waving her hand in front of Liz’s face. “Are you alive in there?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sorry. Zoned out, I guess,” Liz muttered.

“Happens. I was just about to get out of here. Are you finished?” Savannah walked back to her desk and grabbed her purse.

Liz stared at her computer blankly. Well, she wasn’t going to get any work done now. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

She started packing her bag up while her mind worked overtime. Who the hell was Erin Edwards? The girl could be a stunt, but Brady had said that he wouldn’t ever let Heather go that far. She couldn’t pick someone for him to date . . . for him to marry. He agreed to be set up for events out of convenience, but that was where he drew the line. How had they met? Did he still think about Liz?

No, it clearly didn’t matter.

“Is he dating that girl?” Liz blurted out before she could stop herself.

Savannah turned back to face her. Her face was a mask in indifference, and if Liz hadn’t worked with her every day for the past seven months, she wouldn’t have known the other girl was uncomfortable with the question. Liz knew Savannah didn’t like to talk about her family, but she needed someone to tell her whether what they were showing on the news was a false trail . . . or if Brady really had moved on.

“Liz . . . you know I can’t talk about it. It’s a conflict of interest if I tell you and then you write about it. Sorry.”

“No, I know,” Liz said. She sighed and looked away, hoping Savannah didn’t notice the heat rising in her face. “I wasn’t planning to write about it. I mean, no offense, but right now he’s old news, with the campaign being over and him a freshman congressman. I was merely curious.”

Damn. How had she kept her tone neutral? Brady Maxwell was never old news. He was so hot that she could put him in any paper and make people read about him, but she didn’t, because most of the time it just hurt too much. And really, he had just gotten into office, so there wasn’t much to cover. Either way, she just hoped she could convince Savannah.

“None taken,” Savannah said with a laugh that told Liz she was relaxing. “I will tell you, though, it’s so weird having my dad and Brady in D.C. now. I always knew Brady would get there, but I’m not used to him being gone.”

“Yeah, I bet that’s hard,” Liz said. Savannah’s father was a sitting Senator in the U.S. Congress, and Brady had followed in his footsteps right into the House of Representatives. She knew they were all close.

“It is sometimes. I know you’ve heard some of his speeches about not wanting to leave North Carolina, and that’s not him spitting bullshit. He really did want to stick close. He made sure to still spend time with me, especially after Clay left,” Savannah told her.

“That’s sweet of him,” Liz managed. She and Savannah had never talked directly about Brady since that first conversation, when Savannah had made it clear that she knew Liz did not agree with Brady’s politics. She hadn’t wanted to be judged on her brother or by Liz’s political beliefs.

Little did she know.

Savannah shrugged and then nodded. “That’s Brady.”

Yes, it most certainly was.

They both turned to exit the newspaper together, but just before they reached the double doors of the mostly empty office, Liz stopped Savannah short. “Savannah, I don’t want you to think that I was digging for material back there or anything. It was just my own curiosity.”

Oh man, she was going to go all out, wasn’t she?

“And I know what my articles said about him last summer,” Liz said. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. “But I changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was wrong about him and his behavior, and I ended up voting for him in the election.”

“You did?” Savannah asked, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“I didn’t really talk about it with anyone. It’s kind of a personal thing.”

“Wow. That’s . . . unexpected.” She broke into a big smile. “I don’t know why, but I feel like a huge weight just lifted off my shoulders. Is that weird?”

Liz laughed and shook her head. “No.”

“It feels weird.”

“Well, I’m still glad I told you.”

“Me too.”

“Just don’t tell anyone. I’d hate to ruin my reputation as a hard-ass,” Liz joked.

“My lips are sealed,” Savannah told her, pushing through the double doors.

They walked down the stairs and out to the main lobby. The building looked like a ghost town. Liz rarely saw the Union look so deserted. She knew there was an away basketball game just a town over today, and it was a Friday, but it seemed exceptionally quiet. She walked outside with Savannah and realized why.

It was snowing.

Walking back from her meeting with Justin, she certainly hadn’t thought it was cold enough for snow. It only snowed in Chapel Hill once or twice a year, and it was never anything dramatic. But for someone who grew up in Tampa and never saw snow, it looked like a blizzard.

Savannah giggled next to her and held her hand out, catching a few flakes on her palm. They immediately dissolved into water droplets and her smile just grew.

“Come on. Let’s go catch some!” she said, pulling Liz toward the Pit, where a cluster of other students were milling around and staring up at the sky.

“Um . . . snow and I do not get along,” Liz told her. She was already shivering with the cold sinking into her clothes. She hadn’t even brought a waterproof jacket and she was in heels, as usual. This was not going to be a fun walk home.

“Why would you wear heels today?” Savannah asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t look at the weather.”

“Well, we’re supposed to get six inches by tonight, and then it’s supposed to ice over. Of course, this only ever happens on the weekend.”

Liz shuddered. Last winter there had been less than six inches of snow in Chapel Hill and they had closed school for three days, because the roads were impassable. It was a huge problem when the town only had a handful of snowplows.

“Of course, and now I have to walk home in this,” Liz groaned.

“Do you want me to give you a ride?” Savannah offered. “I have a parking spot on campus, and the roads won’t be bad for a couple hours.”

“Oh my God, I would love you forever!”

“It’s kind of a walk, but I was just happy I got one,” Savannah said, setting off across campus.

Then the thought caught up with her. “Wait, you’re a freshman. How did you get a parking spot?”

She wasn’t sure why she even asked. It was pretty obvious. Savannah had an influential family, so she probably got whatever she wanted. Just like Brady. Ugh! Liz didn’t even want to think about him or Erin Edwards right now.

“Um . . . the chancellor and my father are old friends.”

“Ah . . .”

Liz wasn’t going to argue with their favoritism today. Today she was just glad that she didn’t have to walk home.

They reached the parking deck and Savannah located her small black BMW. Liz tried not to sigh. She wasn’t surprised that Savannah had one. Brady had a brand-new Lexus. She assumed Clay drove a sports car; it just felt like Clay.

God, why could she not escape Brady? She was surrounded by his family and he was constantly on the news. Just when she was moving past what had happened, he cropped right back up. And she just fucking wanted to know if he was dating that girl. She didn’t even care how stupid it was. It made her want to dial his number and demand to know . . . even though she knew she never could.

Liz didn’t live too far away. It would have been a bad walk, but it was an easy drive. The snow was coming down harder when Savannah pulled up in front of Liz’s house.

“Thanks a lot,” Liz told her.

“Anytime. Hopefully this sticks and we don’t have school next week, but otherwise I’ll see you on Monday.”

Liz popped the door open and turned to go, but thought better of it. “I hope you don’t think that I’d actually publish anything you tell me, Savannah. I take my job seriously, and unless you’re telling me something because you want it in the paper, it would never end up there.”

“Yeah. I know. I guess I just clam up when people ask me about my family. I’ve done it my whole life. It’s hard to rewire,” Savannah told her. “And it’s stupid, really, I mean, why should it matter who Brady is dating?”

Liz could have hugged Savannah Maxwell, if she weren’t so pissed at Brady at the mention of the word dating. She just tried to keep that feeling under wraps. “He’s in the public eye. I think a lot of people feel like they have the right to know his business.”

“Yeah, I think a lot more people want to know than really should know. It’ll all come out eventually. It always does, but it’s not even an interesting story. I mean, Brady was in the North Carolina legislature with her father. They met up at Christmas and started dating. Kind of boring, really.”

Liz froze in place. She didn’t care that the car door was still open and her right side was freezing cold from the snow. And she didn’t care that she was staring at Savannah. She knew that she shouldn’t care that Brady was dating someone, or that Erin was from a political family and she would make Brady look good, or anything about it at all.

She was happy with Hayden. Things were going well with their relationship. Brady shouldn’t have even been a thought.

Liz took a deep breath, trying to recover. “I’m sure journalists will find a way to make it interesting.”

Savannah laughed. “Yeah, that’s kind of our job, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” Liz said.

“I just feel a little bad for him. All the girls that the media claimed he was dating during the election being held over his head, and then starting his new job in Congress all at the same time as he starts a new relationship.”

Relationship. That word felt like a knife wound.

“That must be tough,” Liz said, not able to keep the bite out of her voice.

Yes. It must be soooo difficult to have a new dream job and a new dream girlfriend. Liz couldn’t imagine how he would ever survive.

“Thanks for the ride again, Savannah,” she said quickly. She could see Savannah trying to figure out why Liz was so pissy all of a sudden.

“Sure,” Savannah said softly as Liz hopped out of the car. She hoisted her bag on her shoulder and waved at Savannah before rushing for the door. She could not believe that she had almost lost her cool like that. It was so unprofessional. She didn’t want anyone to know that she and Brady had been together, and then she had gone and snapped at Savannah when she had said he was dating someone else.

Of course, he had every right. He deserved to move on and be blissfully happy. She had left him, after all.

But it didn’t keep her from being angry.

It certainly didn’t keep her from feeling like an idiot for holding on to those feelings, forestalling her relationship with Hayden, and putting up a barricade at the thought of sex. Brady had moved on, so why shouldn’t she? Why did she have to let him make her feel like this before she realized how stupid it was to hold on so fiercely to something that was long gone?

That thought pushing her forward, she quickly changed into warmer clothes and dashed back out to her car. She wanted to get to Hayden’s before the snow closed in around her.

Liz arrived at Hayden’s house fifteen minutes later. Traffic had been puttering along at twenty miles per hour, because Southern drivers were terrified of the snow. Someone had ended up in a ditch. She assumed that all of the grocery stores were out of water, bread, and milk, as if people thought they weren’t ever leaving their houses again. Did these people normally not have shit in their houses? Were they afraid that snow would bring the zombie apocalypse? What the hell was wrong with them?

Suffice it to say, it did nothing for her bad mood.

“Oh my God, people cannot drive!” Liz said as soon as she walked into Hayden’s house.

“Hey, gorgeous!” Hayden rounded the corner with a big smile. “I made dinner.”

Liz sighed in frustration. She shouldn’t have been irritated that Hayden made dinner; it was just another part of his perfection. And when she looked at him, it did loosen some of the tension in her shoulders, but only marginally.

“Rough day?” he asked, seeing her frown.

She let every comeback she had to that die on her tongue. She was tired of thinking and overanalyzing every moment. She just wanted to get lost in emotion and sensation. Maybe some other time she could let her heart feel what her mind was telling her was stupid, but right now she just wanted to tamp it down and beat it into submission.

Without answering, she walked right up and pressed her lips to his. She wound her hands around his neck and reveled in the way their bodies melded together, the grip of his hands on her hips, the feel of his tongue massaging her own. It was too timid, too tentative. She wanted more, and she bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth until she felt him urging her forward, asking for more.

“Bedroom,” she growled in between kisses.

Hayden pulled back and looked at her with newfound interest. His eyes roamed her body, hungry yet questioning. She was sure he was wondering where all of this was coming from, but if he was smart he wouldn’t open his mouth.