“Corin,” she breathes against my mouth.
That’s all it takes. Hearing my name in that voice, with that specific mix of want and uncertainty.
And I snap.
Fuck it.
I carry her to the fucking desk. Kick the fucking chair back.
She’s already reaching for the buttons of my fucking shirt. I let her, even though my fucking hands are shaking slightly as I peel the wet dress up and over her head.
Pale skin. Freckles I don’t remember from before. A soft stomach that curves in ways that make my mouth water.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, and I fucking mean it.
She flushes. Tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear.
“Don’t,” I say quietly. “Don’t hide from me.”
Her eyes meet mine. There’s vulnerability there. And trust. And... forgiveness.
Fucking forgiveness.
I’ve never wanted her more.
I capture her mouth again, but this time it’s a claiming. My tongue sweeps past her lips with possessive hunger, and she moans into my mouth, her fingers curling into my soaked shirt.
The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s teeth and tongue and shared breath turning ragged. I tilt her head back, deepening the angle until her throat bares itself to me. She whimpers when I nip her lower lip, then soothe it with my tongue. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.
“Open,” I growl against her mouth, and she obeys instantly. Our tongues slide together in slick, heated strokes that mimicwhat I’ll do to her later. I explore every corner, the silken roof of her mouth, the sensitive inner cheek, the sharp edge of her teeth.
Her whimpers turn urgent and her hips arch off the desk, grinding against the hard ridge of my erection trapped behind my trousers. I break the kiss to watch her swollen lips glisten under the lamp-light.
“More?” I murmur, dragging my mouth along her jaw.
“More.” Her voice is wrecked already.
I claim her mouth again, slower now. Devouring. My free hand slides up her ribs, fingers spreading wide beneath the weight of her breast. Through the soaked lace of her bra, her nipple is a hard pebble against my palm. I roll it deliberately, the wet fabric creating exquisite friction.
She cries out into my mouth, her back bowing violently as she grinds against my thigh. She makes a desperate, keening sob that goes straight to my cock.
I swallow every vibration, every gasp, tasting her pleasure on my tongue.
When I finally break for air, a glistening strand connects our lips for one breathless second before snapping. Her eyes are glazed with need.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I grind my erection against her hip, letting her feel every throbbing inch. “This is yours.Yours.”
Her nails score down my back as my thumb finds that taut peak again. “Corin—”
I unhook her bra one-handed. Let it fall. Then I lower my mouth to her taut nipple and suck.
She gasps. “Corin, please.”
“Please what?” I murmur against her skin. I flick her nipple with a calloused finger.
“Touch me,” she begs.
“How badly do you want me you?” I murmur, sucking her nipple hard.
