“Say it,” I rasp. “Say what you want, Fangirl.”
Her throat works, her breath hitching. “I want… you.”
That’s it. That’s all I need.
My hands are on her before the last word even leaves her mouth, my fingers digging into her hips as I surge to my feet, flushing her body against mine and making damn sure she feels just how hard I am for her.
“You sure?” I whisper, my voice shaking with the effort not to take her right here. “Because once I touch you… there’s no going back.”
She nods with glassy eyes as her lips part. “Yes… God, yes. I want you.”
Fuck.
I exhale hard, tipping her chin up until those wide, terrified, beautiful eyes meet mine. “Bed. Now.”
She backs up slowly, not breaking eye contact. Andthen she’s climbing on the bed, settling on her back, staring up at me like I’m the only thing in her world.
And fuck…she’s mine.
I crawl over her, caging her in, breathing her in like she’s the air I need.
Our lips crash—slow at first, like we’ve both been starving for this. For each other.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting every gasp and soft moan. She arches into me, her hips rising instinctively, and I groan deep and guttural.
“Fuck, love… you feel incredible.”
My hands roam everywhere—palming her thighs, tracing her curves, greedy for every inch of skin. When I reach the hem of her tank top, my voice drops to a growl.
“Off. Now.”
She lifts her arms without hesitation, and I peel it off, tossing it somewhere behind me. My breath catches.
JesusfuckingChrist!
Her tits are perfect. Full, soft, begging for my mouth. I don’t resist.
I dive in, dragging my tongue over one tight nipple before sucking it deep into my mouth. She gasps, arching like she’s offering herself up. Her fingers thread through my hair, her nails scratching lightly.
“Jake—oh god…”
I love that even lost in her pleasure, she calls me Jake. She’s accepting me now, and she wants me—all sides of me.
The thought makes me grin against her skin, nipping until she whimpers. “That’s it, Fangirl. Let me hear you.”
I give her other nipple the same attention, licking and sucking until she’s writhing beneath me, her body already trembling.
My cock is painfully hard, leaking against my boxers, but I’m not rushing this. I want her trembling, begging.
I trail kisses down her stomach, lingering, nipping, tasting, until I reach the waistband of her shorts. My fingers hook in, ready.
She freezes.
I glance up. “Say stop, and I’ll walk away. Even if it kills me.” I say that while begging every god willing to listen that she doesn't because no amount of cold showers could quiet my desire for this woman.
For a split second, the world hangs still. My heart’s hammering so hard it hurts, waiting for the word that’ll gut me.Please, God… don’t let her say it. I’m not sure I’ll survive if she pulls away now.
Her eyes burn into mine as she shakes her head. “No. Don’t stop. Please.”
