My hand moved from her ass, trailing up her waist to the most perfect breast. Palming it, I traced the peak with my thumb, and Rho shuddered.
My dick pressed against the zipper of my jeans so hard the metal would probably leave a mark. I didn’t give a damn. I welcomed the bite of pain.
I tugged down the cotton of her tank and dipped my head. My mouth latched onto the bud, pulling it deep. Rho moaned, arching into me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails clawing, everything drawing me closer.
I felt her need seeping into me, and I wanted it all. Every ounce she had to give me.
My hand dipped between her legs, stroking her through the soft cotton of her shorts, the fabric damp with need already. I released her nipple, and Rho let out a whimper as her nails dug deeper into my shoulders.
“Need something, Reckless?”
Her eyes flashed that molten gold. God, I wanted to see it spark and swirl as she came. Wanted to watch every flicker of movement in her face as she shattered. I needed that more than another breath.
“Anson,” she gritted out.
I couldn’t help it, I smiled. The feeling was so foreign my muscles barely recognized it.
Rho’s thighs tightened around my hand, trying desperately for release.
That heat. It was the kind of flame you never recovered from.
My fingers teased her through the cotton. “Aching?”
She let out a little growl of frustration.
“Ask. Ask me to make you come. Beg.”
Another flash of gold—that defiance I loved so much. “Or I could go back to my bedroom, get the toy from my nightstand, and finish the job myself if you’re not up to the task.”
A million images flashed in my mind, and my own growl left my lips. I cupped her between her legs, pulling her closer. “Wanna watch that, Reckless. Watch how you make yourself come. How you tease and toy. The way your breaths trip and tumble. Do you tweak your nipples, too?”
I twisted the peak with my free hand, and Rho arched into me, those perfect breasts pressing against my chest.
I couldn’t wait. I needed to feel her, that wetness, the heat. My hand slipped into her shorts, gliding down to the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Like stroking silk. And that heat…
I slid two fingers inside, and Rho’s head dropped to my shoulder.I stroked, curling my fingers. She bit down on my shoulder to keep from crying out.
“Gonna brand me, Reckless?”
Rho’s head pulled back, her hazel eyes swirling. “More.”
I loved that she wasn’t afraid to ask. No, not ask. Demand. To tell me what she wanted. What she needed.
I slid a third finger inside her heat, and Rho’s legs began to tremble. I thrust, in and out, curling each time.
Rho grabbed my arms, holding on like I was her life raft on a stormy sea. “Anson.”
My name on her tongue. Heaven and hell all at once.
I circled her clit with my thumb, and Rho’s eyes closed as her mouth fell open.
I tweaked her nipple. “Eyes on me.”
Those hazel beauties flew open, locking with mine.
