He couldn’t finish.
He didn’t need to.
Our breaths tangled, stuttering in time with the next roll of my hips.
His head lifted, gaze holding mine as the rhythm built naturally—instinct and need taking over.
Nico’s hands were everywhere, as if he couldn’t decide what part of me needed him most.
My body flushed, trembling, but I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
I braced my hands on his chest, watching every expression flicker across his gorgeous face as I moved.
He whispered my name like something sacred.
I swear my heart whispered back.
Every time I sank down, it felt like I was sinking deeper into him. And I never wanted to come up for air.
I tightened around him, watching the way his lips parted in a sigh at the sensation.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I came apart first, a rush of heat flooding through me as I collapsed into him, crying out against his chest as the pleasure moved through me over and over.
He followed after with a broken sound, his hips jerking up once, twice—then still.
His arms wrapped around me tight, like holding onto me was the only thing keeping him grounded. I melted into him for the same reason.
Our breathing was in sync, but frantic. Against my cheek, his heartbeat was thudding hard. A little shiver moved through me.
The silence between us was heavy, but not empty. It was full of all the unspoken things between us.
Joy, hope, concerns, and fear.
I was so consumed by those thoughts that I didn’t hear the click of Goya’s nails down the hall.
But I shrieked and nearly came out of my skin when something cold and wet pressed into the side of my ass.
I jumped off of Nico, heart hammering, as I turned to see Goya sitting there, tail swishing.
The laugh bubbled up and burst out of me, dragging one out of Nico as well.
“That’s one way to get attention, huh?” he asked, reaching down to flip his waistband over himself. By the time he was done, Goya was at the door, whining. “You need to go out?” he asked, making Goya whine harder. “I…” he started, looking at me.
I nodded.
The moment was over.
The spell was broken.
Seeming to sense the same thing, Nico got up, walked down to the bathroom, then came back out a moment later to grab a t-shirt and shoes, then hook on Goya’s leash.
My arm was draped around me, but I was still naked when he glanced back.
I saw the regret on his face as he grabbed the baggie clip he’d bought and keys, then moved out into the hall.
I wasn’t sure if I was happy about the distraction or incredibly disappointed by it.
