“You’re not,” she whispers. “You know you’re not.”
My hand glides down her side, over the dip of her waist, and I don’t dare look away from her reflection.
I find the slit in her dress and drag my hand up her thigh, slow enough to drive us both mad, until my fingers slip between her legs, and I cup her bare pussy. I just hold her there, fingers spread, feeling how she flutters against my palm.
“You feel that?” I whisper, my eyes holding hers in the mirror, as I push my fingers to the edge of her entrance. “That’s not just need. That’s your body begging for me, not just to fuck you, but to love you.”
“I love you, Jasper,” she whispers, turning her face toward mine. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I don’t know what this becomes when you leave, and there’s still so much I need to figure out here… But I do know that I want to love you out there. I need to love you out there in the real world, where it’s loud and messy and hard. Because, god, Jasper… you’re everything.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes. I kiss her like I might never get another chance, tongue sliding past her lips, needing her everywhere, needing her always. We don’t stop, not even as my fingers find her clit, brushing slow circles over her, my heart thunderingso hard it feels like it could break right through my chest and fall into her hands.
She loves me.
The thought drives my fingers lower, and I push one inside her, slow at first, then deeper, rougher, as need takes hold. Our kiss turns savage, and her moans melt into my mouth as I start fucking her with my fingers.
When I finally tear my lips away, her eyes find mine in the mirror. My left hand covers her mouth, catching the sounds she can’t hold back, and her body tightens around me as I curl my fingers just right.
She’s shaking, her breath hot against my palm. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t you dare close them.”
My fingers keep moving inside her, and the way she looks at me is like she’s high on everything we are.
On everything I give her.
On me.
“I’m so in love with you, angel,” I whisper against her skin. “Can I keep you forever?” She moans loud enough against my hand that I’m taking it as ahell yes.
My fingers stay buried inside her, knuckles deep, still moving, when the door handle rattles behind us, and everything stills.
“Adds?” I roll my eyes and drag my teeth along her shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave proof.My girl.My name on her body. “I know you’re in there. Your mom told me.”
I slip my fingers from inside her, but I don’t stop touching her. I bring the wetness up and over her clit, while my other hand leaves her mouth. She looks at me, her eyes wide with panic.
I raise my brows—answer him.
Her eyes narrow back—are you fucking crazy?
For her? Always.
“We need to talk. Let me in.”
“Leave me alone, Mikey.”
“Atta girl,” I murmur darkly. “Now keep talking while I make you come with him right outside the door.” She shudders, and I feel it all—every twitch, every shake, the way her body begs to break for me.
“We’re not done, Adds,” Mikey barks from the hallway. “Open the door.”
“Maybe we should let him in,” I whisper. “Let him see it just once. The first and last time he ever gets to watch you come. Watch you fall apart for someone who actually knows how to touch you.”
She lets out a broken whimper, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers. I slap my hand back over her mouth, dragging her closer to my chest.
“I can feel it,” I growl into her ear. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, angel? You’re going to soak my fingers while he stands there begging for a piece of something that was never really his.”
Her whole body jerks, her moan muffled against my palm, and I don’t let up. I can’t. I’m too far gone, and she’s too perfect like this.
The door handle rattles violently, and I slide my hand away from her mouth again, just enough for her to speak.
“Will you fuck off, Mikey? Only crazy people barge into women’s bathrooms.” My brow arches slowly, my head tilting as I catch the grin curling across her lips.
