She stalked toward him and didn't stop until she threw her arms around his neck and slammed her mouth onto his. Jungkook grabbed Y/N's waist and held on as he faltered backward, taking her with him and crashing against the wall. It took a few seconds before he regained his balance and realized she was kissing him like no woman ever had. Moments earlier, he could've sworn he glimpsed anger in her expression when she'd turned around to face him. But it disappeared so fast, morphing into desire.

 Had he been mistaken? She'd been on him before he could say a single word, but there was no way he was objecting.

Jungkook's hands roamed up and down her back, pressing her closer. He kissed her back with equal fervor, losing himself in the sensation of her lips on his. When they finally broke apart for air, their breaths were ragged, and their eyes locked in a heated gaze.

"What was that for?" Jungkook asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Just something I've wanted to do for a long time," Y/N replied, her own voice breathless.

"Well, I'm not complaining," he said with a smirk, his dimples making an appearance. He cupped her face with his hands and leaned in for another kiss, this time slower and more tender. The kiss was wet, raw, dirty, and delicious. 

There was no hesitation from either of them when it came to opening their mouths to let their tongues battle for supremacy. 

She tasted fruity and spicy from the old-fashioned and, combined with her own unique flavor, it was driving him out of his mind. It'd been a long time since Jungkook was with a woman who challenged him sexually, and he loved it. Not that he was remotely submissive—he just admired a woman who was confident with her wants and needs.

Y/N was all over him, urging him on by rubbing her chest, torso, and pelvis against his as he leaned against the narrow wall between the foyer and kitchen. With one hand in the thick strands of her hair, he ran the other up and down her back, dipping lower with each pass until he cupped her full ass and squeezed. 

She moaned and lifted her leg until her knee rested against his hip, and he grasped it to keep it there. As she ground against his hard length, the air around them crackled with electricity and intense passion, making him needier than he'd been in a very long time. His body hummed with desire. If they didn't slow down, he would come in his jeans—something that hadn't happened since he was a teenager.

He'd been a bit surprised she'd shown up for the dinner he offered her. Never a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, he'd readily agreed since he hadn't wanted to wait any longer to get his hands and mouth on her. There was something about this beautiful woman that drew him in. She sparked something inside him, and not merely in a sexual way. It sucked she was only in Busan for a few weeks, but Jungkook was determined that this would not be his only night with her until she returned to Seoul. Before she left his bed, he'd make sure they had plans for tomorrow night and every night after that. He wanted to imprint her on his memories and vice versa if that were all they would have after she was gone.

Her mouth left him and nuzzled its way to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Bedroom?"

Jungkook growled, dipped his knees, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and lifted her. As he carried her to his bedroom, Y/N wrapped her legs around his hips and nibbled on his ear. He kicked the door shut as they passed it to keep the cat out.

Moe wasn't invited to this party.

Releasing his grip, he let her legs slide down his until she was standing again. Immediately, she yanked his shirt from his pants. Reaching behind his head, Jungkook clutched a handful of the material and pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it aside.

Their mouths met again, but after a few moments, he paused just long enough to remove her dress. He dragged his hands up her bare arms, over her shoulders, and down her back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her skin was so soft against his calloused palms and fingers, and he couldn't stop touching her right then if his life depended on it. He wanted to map out every scrumptious inch of her body.

She grasped his upper arms, turning him a few steps, then pushed him down onto the bed while she remained standing. He leaned against his elbows, taking in her beauty and letting it drown him. Her fingers popped the front clasp of her bra, and her ample breasts bounced when no longer bridled by the garment. He held his breath as she peeled the lacy emerald piece off, revealing two perfectly dark pink nipples begging for his attention. Jungkook palmed his throbbing erection, trying to keep it under control—at least until he was inside her. It could be her mouth, pussy, or ass—as long as her heat surrounded his cock, he didn't care what orifice she allowed him to fuck. He wanted to experiment with each one, finding what made her scream his name in ecstasy as she climaxed.

Jungkook bit his bottom lip as he waited impatiently for whatever she would do next. Y/N clearly wanted to be in control at the moment, and he was willing to let her—for now. He'd take over when the time was right as long as he was one hundred percent sure she wanted everything he was willing to give her. She didn't come across as a tease, but if a woman said no at the last second, Jungkook respected that. Yeah, it would be exasperating and hurt like hell if she walked out and left him with a case of blue balls, but he would never force himself on anyone.

Y/N unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it with a teasing smile. Her skin was bare except for the matching panties she wore, and she stepped closer to the bed, her hips swaying seductively.

Jungkook's gaze roamed her body, not lingering too long on one part, wanting to commit as much as possible to his memory. He reached out and traced the curves of her hips with his fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from her.

As she stopped between his spread knees, she tapped one. "Lift."