He kissed me before I could say more, swallowing the sound, and the hand on my breast squeezed just enough to make my head tip back. He followed me down, his mouth sliding along my jaw, my throat, until he could wrap his lips around me.
I bit my lip hard, because we both knew his mom was just down the hall. That only made it worse — the quiet, the danger, the knowledge that we couldn’treallylet go.
It felt reckless anyway.
His free hand skimmed down my thigh, and I realized my fingers were in his hair again, holding him there like I’d never forgive him if he stopped.
When he finally pulled back with a lewd ‘pop’, his mouth was wet, his breathing ragged, and his smile looked far too much like trouble.
“God baby,” he mouthed around my hardened nipple. “God, I love you.”
“Ansel—”
He kissed me again, harder this time, like something had broken in him. Like we’d tipped from careful into inevitable. He lazily passed his fingers over my nipples like he had all night, all week, allyearto memorize the shape of me.
I didn’t know if I could handle another minute of this…gentleteasing.
Fingers spread wide, like he wanted to hold as much of me as he could, his thumb stroking over the swell as if the lace offended him for hiding me. He nosed along my collarbone, warm breath teasing over skin, before dipping lower — not to take, but tolook.
“God, June,” he whispered, and it sounded reverent. Like prayer.
The tip of his finger traced the line where my bra pressed up against my breast, over and over, until I thought I’d lose my mind. Then his lips followed, pressing kisses there, barely brushing, each one making me ache more.
He shifted closer on the narrow bed, thigh pressing between mine, and used both hands now, lifting and holding me like I might spill from his palms. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he said, low, almost pained. “Almost didn’t think I’d get to.”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a shiver when his thumbs brushed over me again — lazy, coaxing.
When he finally bent his head, I thought he’d be rough, desperate. But he wasgentle. His mouth closed over me with a slow pull, tongue teasing the peak until my breath caught. He hummed against me, satisfied, and the sound went straight to my core.
He lingered, switching sides like he couldn’t choose which he loved more, his hands never leaving me, kneading softly, tweaking my other nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. Like he was mapping me. It was almost too much — the way he looked at me between kisses, like I was something worth studying, savoring.
“You’re perfect here,” he murmured against my skin. “Perfect everywhere, but — God, here…” His tongue darted out, flicking my nipple once.
Twice.
A moan escaped my mouth on the third time.
“Shhh, sweetheart. Gotta stay quiet.” But he stayed there like he’d found the only thing in the world worth knowing. Even though heknewwhat it was dragging out of me.
Every shift of his hands was deliberate — one palm firm beneath me, the other roaming, stroking the curve of my breast, pinching my nipple, brushing the underside like he wanted to feel their weight in every possible way.
The narrow bed dipped beneath us as he leaned in again, mouth soft and hot against my overstimulated tip, closing around me just enough to make me gasp. He smiled against me — Ifeltit — before letting go, kissing the spot he’d just teased as if in apology.
“Do you have any idea—” his voice caught when his thumb swept over me again “—how long I’ve imagined this?”
I couldn’t answer. I just arched into his touch, and that alone made him groan.
Sometimes he kissed. Sometimes he sucked. Sometimes he just… looked. Eyes flicking up to mine, dark and warm and completely undone, before dropping back down like he couldn’t bear to be away from the sight.
But the worst was his teeth. Thebest.The way he’d pinch me between his tip, tuggingsogently, biting down enough to make me gasp.
When he slid the straps of my bra down, it was careful, almost ceremonial. He pushed the cups down further with the backs of his fingers, revealing me inch by inch, andswore. Low and soft, like it was for him alone.
“Up, baby,” he crooned, arching my back further. With one hand, he unsnapped the back of my bra, lips closing around my nipple as he tugged the fabric off of me. “All for me. I’d keep you like this always, June.”
There was nothing between us now. Just skin. His hands curved around me again, bare now, and I thought I might meltstraight through him when he bent and took me into his mouth again. His tongue swept slow circles that made my toes curl, his teeth barely grazing before he soothed the spot with another kiss.
“I could stay here all night,” he murmured, voice rough. “Might not even make it lower. Just me, your tits, and yourgorgeousattempt to keep quiet.”
