Breaking the Silence by Katie Allen Page A

her—hard.
    Releasing her sweater, he thrust his hands underneath to grasp the bare skin of her waist. Somehow, the momentum of the kiss and the lift of his hands brought them down against the stairs. Their mouths fought to get closer, lips and teeth and tongues crashing together. The rawness of the kiss, as if they were trying to climb into each other through their mouths, sent shocks of desire through him. Jenny pressed her soft curves against his hard edges and he clutched her closer, desperate to ease the almost unbearable wanting, the feeling that he was going to explode from his skin.
    Will’s hands pressed upward, moving her skin over each rib until his fingers pressed against the bottom edge of her bra. She arched her hips upward, pressing against his erection, and he sucked in a breath, not sure if he could stand the pleasure. With a moan that almost made Will come right then, Jenny clamped her thighs against his hips and hooked her ankles together behind his back, opening herself wide.
    At the back of his mind, this all-encompassing lust terrified him. Who was this wild, rutting beast who had taken over his body? In all his daydreams, Will had never felt anything close to this overwhelming need to be inside her. This was more than desire or lust or hormones—this was survival, necessary for him to continue living.
    He tucked his knees against the crease of a step for leverage to push himself off her, just enough to shove Jenny’s sweater up. She released his head to raise her arms and he pulled his mouth from hers long enough to yank the sweater over her head. Jenny wrapped her arms around Will—one across his shoulders and the other pressing his head to her. Their lips connected again with bruising pressure, their tongues mating.
    As Will tried to press closer to her, his knee slipped back and caught the edge of a step. The pain cleared his lust-fogged mind enough to realize that Jenny was lying on the stairs with his weight pushing her into the edges of the steps. She wasn’t complaining but it had to be hurting her. Will shook his head to clear it, which only partially worked, and stood up, bringing Jenny with him. Her legs were still wound around his waist and her arms locked around his neck as he held her easily.
    “Bedroom?” he gritted out.
    Jenny buried her face in his neck, panting. “Up,” she said. Her legs tightened around him, rubbing herself against his ribbed stomach. “That voice of yours is enough to make me come,” Jenny half laughed, half groaned against his shoulder.
    “Fuck.” Will almost ran up the rest of the stairs.
    “Please.”
    He gave a choked laugh and shouldered his way through the first doorway he came to. He didn’t care if it was her room or not—if it had a bed, it would do. Actually, a bed was optional—any horizontal surface would have been fine.
    There was a bed, thank God, and from Will’s blurred impression of the room, he was fairly sure that he had managed to find her bedroom. He strode forward without slowing, hitting the bed at his knees and toppling them both onto the soft surface. Will released her before they hit the mattress and caught himself on his hands so that his weight wouldn’t crush her. Jenny clung to him like a tick, her breasts mashed against his chest. It felt as though her hard nipples were burning holes through his shirt and into his skin.
    Frantic with need, Will took her mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside before slipping back out to tug her bottom lip with his teeth. Jenny moaned and sought his tongue with hers, luring it back into the humid depths of her mouth. He didn’t know where it was coming from, what was driving his actions, how he knew where to kiss and touch. With desire crashing into him, there was no time, no chance to analyze or evaluate his movements. Will just did what he wanted, what his mouth and body and cock demanded.
    His lower body was flattening hers against the bed but he wasn’t satisfied with the