The Reckless Collision

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Before I could comment, he turned and pulled me close, his lips finding mine with an urgency that made my breath hitch.

"What is this place?" I managed between kisses.

"No idea," he muttered, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.

He backed up until he hit a counter, pulling me with him. With one swift motion, he lifted me onto the cool surface, his palms warm against my thighs. My dress hiked up as his fingers trailed upward, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I fucking love this dress," he hissed, his voice rough and heavy with desire.

I laughed softly, reaching to pull his shirt over his head. My fingers trailed over the hard lines of his chest as he leaned into me, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck.

His hands moved with deliberate slowness, slipping under my dress and peeling away my panties. He stuffed them into his pocket with a wicked grin, and I let out a shaky exhale as his thumb teased against my skin.

"I want you," I breathed, my fingers fumbling with his belt.

Ray's eyes locked onto mine, and the world around us faded until there was nothing but his touch, his heat, and the wild rhythm of my own heart. The night in Paris unlocked an internal need to have him, and as much as I enjoyed his slow lovemaking, this had to be quick.

Ray moved his hips, and his pants slid to his knees. I slipped my hand into his briefs, gripping his hard dick, brushing the precum from the head, and slowly pumping it. His groan reverberated against my neck, his breath searing against my collarbone, making my skin tingle with anticipation. Every nerve in my body buzzed with electricity and wild need.

"We need—" I tried to speak, but Ray silenced me with a knowing smirk and handed me a condom.

My hands shook as I ripped open the package, the heat of his fingers slowly pumping and curving inside me making it hard to focus. I gasped as his touch sent sparks through me, my breath coming in shallow bursts. With fumbling fingers, I managed to roll the condom on, and then his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to the table's edge.

The moment he thrust into me, I clung to his neck, his strength lifting me slightly off the surface. His movements were intense, hard, and fast, his skin damp against mine as my moans were muffled against his shoulder.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, drawing him deeper, wanting more of him, needing him closer. Time blurred as pleasure consumed me, his name slipping from my lips in hushed whispers and moans.

When it was over, we lingered for a moment, catching our breath. I found a box of tissues nearby and handed him one before grabbing another for myself. Suddenly, the sharp creak of a door and a flood of light from the corner of the room made me squint.

I froze, still perched on the countertop, my dress thankfully covering me. Ray stood in front of me, his briefs in place but his pants still around his knees.

"A broom closet?" Logan's voice rang out, thick with laughter as he leaned against the doorframe, his sharp blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Seriously, guys?"

Ray turned his face a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "Close the fucking door," he roared, his glare fierce enough to make me stifle a laugh.

Logan obeyed but not before laughing so hard his boots squeaked as he stepped away. "We've got a show, brother!" he called out his voice fading down the hall.

I couldn't help it—I giggled as I hopped off the table.

"Don't laugh," Ray muttered, tugging his pants back up. "Your dress was down, right?"