Page 42 of Headstrong Like Us

I zone in on his movements, and my muscles contract. “Maybe I should look at your finger. You might need amputation STAT.”

“And this is why I’m the doctor.” He drops his hand, and I take it in mine and inspect the paper cut on his pointer finger. Our knees knock together, turned towards one another.

“Not too deep.”

He tilts his head. “Your medical assessment sounds exactly like something a Harvard Dropout would say.”

I give him a middle finger.

He takes my palm in his. Now we’re both holding each other’s hands, and my pulse thumps in my ears.

Like a crack of lightning, Farrow closes the distance, and our lips crash together. Our bodies thrust closer, and I grab a fistful of his black shirt. Kissing stronger. Possessive and needingmoreof him.

Only him.

Farrow deepens the kiss, our tongues wrestling, and his hand grazes my burning neck, then rises into my hair. He holds the back of my head like he’s claiming me. Like his hand is saying,you’re mine.

It feels better than good.

I’m lit up. Alive.

My palm explores his abs beneath his shirt and dives towards his waistband. He tries to draw my back on the cushions, but I brace my weight forward to pin him.

He smiles against my mouth. Our breaths come short and heady. We’re a buoy in an ocean, swaying back and forth with his strength and my force. Until one of us leads the other under.

And strangely, I’m more than okay to let him take me.

I clutch his jaw, the less-than-close shave turning me on like always. His masculinity stroking my cock, and he tugs my hair, sending a shockwave through my veins.

My lips break apart, a deep groan stuck in my lungs. And I feel his muscles flex beneath my palm. Farrow bears his weight on me, and I fall back this time.

Deltoids meet Cushion, Cushion meet Deltoids.

A few invitations slide to the floor, and I tear his V-neck shirt off his head.

Our mouths find each other again and again. I clutch his ass, pushing him into me, and his hand—his hand is on my neck, my jaw.

Fuckfuck.I grind up into him. He rocks against me, and I harden an incredible amount, my head swelling. Even with clothes separating us, I feel his erection grow against my hardness. But it’s not until a deep groan fights its way out of me that I immediatelyplummetinto my brain.

I go rigid.

My muscles tense up, and I tear my lips from his mouth.

Farrow hoists his body off me. “Maximoff?” He searches my eyes.

I don’t sit up. I have my hands on my head, breathing hard. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” He cups my jaw.

“We’re in the living room of my parent’s house.” I’m still catching my breath.

Farrow frowns. “Yeah. We haven’t teleported anywhere, wolf scout.”

I groan. Frustrated. Sexually. Mentally. Physically. All of the fucking above. There’s a lot of frustration inside of me right now. I lick my stinging lips. “My little sisters and brother areupstairsand could walk down any minute.”

He’s smiling.

“What?”