Addicted to You by Colina Brennan

something
else, something that set the air between them crackling. It
occurred to him that there was no counselor lurking in the shadows,
waiting to punish their disregard of his lessons.
    “That’s cool,” he said, leaning down a bit,
gauging her response. “Are you coming to see it next weekend?”
    “Probably not.” She’d spoken in almost a
whisper, her breath warm against the hollow of his neck.
    He grasped her wrist and stepped back. She
looked surprised and, to Will’s pleasure, disappointed that he
hadn’t kissed her. With a light tug, he pulled her down the aisle
until they were standing next to the back row, in front of the
exit, shrouded in darkness. She seemed to have picked up on his
intent because she shoved her phone into a hidden pocket in her
skirt.
    Before she’d even finished, he had her
backed up against the armrest of an aisle seat. Her hands found his
upper arms, fingers tight against him, bracing. His eyes had
quickly readjusted to the dark, and he could see the way she looked
at him from beneath those thick lashes. Expectant. Wanting. It made
him burn.
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    “Did you mean it?” he whispered. “What you
said at the last meeting. That you’re only there because your
roommate forced you?” Because if that were true, it would mean she
didn’t have a sex addiction, and he would feel less like an arse
for wanting her, for what he was about to do.
    Her brows pulled together into a distracted
frown. “What does it matter?”
    He waited, counting her quickening breaths
against his collarbones. Each one sent odd jolts down his chest and
arms. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t be
incriminating.
    She tilted her head a bit, her cheek
brushing his jaw. “Yes,” she whispered.
    Despite her confirmation, she looked … not
exactly doubtful, but not fully convinced either. Maybe she really
didn’t know. Maybe her roommate was right about her.
    Too bad that didn’t change how he felt at
all.
    So he kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft,
achingly so, and he moved against her with barely restrained want.
For her part, she didn’t seem to mind. Her palms slid up his
shoulders and into his hair, gripping hard as she arched against
him.
    His own hands found their way to her face,
cupping it with the sort of reverence he would have been
embarrassed about if he were thinking clearly. His fingers curled
against the soft skin just beneath her ears, his mouth drawing
ragged breaths from her. His own chest felt in short supply of
oxygen as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to break away.
    Reaching down, he gripped the backs of her
thighs and lifted her onto the armrest of the aisle seat. She
immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and the throaty
whimper that escaped her as he settled against her was
intoxicating. He pulled back just far enough to see her, to take in
her hooded eyes and parted lips, her clear anticipation, before he
leaned back in and trailed his tongue along the swell of her bottom
lip. She nipped him lightly in response before deepening the kiss.
Her legs tightened around him, her hips moving in response to his
own tight, deliberate thrusts. There were too many layers between
them. He ached to be inside her.
    Everything faded away. There was nothing but
the two of them, her hands in his hair, her mouth against his, and
her body wrapped around him.
    His fingers found the bottom hem of her
blouse and brushed it aside until he felt warm, satin skin. She
made a ragged sound of encouragement, her own fingers digging into
his shoulder blades. He slid his palm up her side, loving the feel
of her arching against him, until he touched the edge of her bra.
Her lips broke away as she tilted her head back to drag in air, and
he took the opportunity to press kisses down the side of her
neck.
    He could feel her shaking against him, the
desire between them almost frightening in intensity. His fingers
slid over the slippery fabric of her bra as he cupped her