“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please, baby. Make yourself come. Be my good girl and take what you need. Show me what I do to you.”
She rocked harder, shameless. I could feel her unraveling, the tension building with her movements growing erratic.
“Come on, baby,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “Let go. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”
And boy, did she. She let out a broken cry, biting her lip as her body shuddered against me. She kept moving, riding it out, trembling with every wave crashing through her with breathless whimpers and desperate little gasps.
I didn’t move, even when every part of me begged to.
Her forehead dropped to my shoulder, her breath hot and uneven, chest heaving against mine.
God, I wanted to hold her and never let her go.
But I kept my promise. I only brought my mouth to her ear again.
“You’re fucking perfect when you fall apart for me, Ellie baby.”
She whimpered something between my name and a prayer.
And I stayed right there, letting her come down, still aching for her.
FORTY
Ellie
A splitting,merciless pounding started at my temples and radiated through every inch of my body. I groaned, cracked one eye open, and immediately regretted it. Too unfamiliar. Too quiet. Too…not my bed.
I sat up too fast, which was a rookie mistake, instantly making me wince as the room spun around me. I scanned the space until my eyes found the clock on the nightstand: 5:03 a.m. And then, I looked down.
His T-shirt.
His bed.
Oh, fuck.
My heart slammed in my chest as I took in the rest of the room and the neatly placed ibuprofen and glass of water waiting on the nightstand.
Everything flooded back—the club with Rachel, too many drinks, and then Sawyer. God, the car. I remembered every second of sliding onto his lap, every desperate grind of my body against his.
Now, here I was, drowning in his bed, forced to face what I'd been running from. I liked it, and I liked him.
Sawyer was dangerous in a way no one else had ever been before. With him, I wanted to forget everything—every carefully built wall, every calculated move. I wanted to feel something real for once.
I was tired of fighting the pull I felt whenever he looked at me as if I wasn't some carefully packaged product but something worth wanting.
Maybe it was reckless and stupid, considering it was definitely destined to end badly—we both knew that. Whatever mess waited for me on the other side, I'd deal with it later, probably in an overpriced therapy session. Future me's problem.
Today, I was done pretending. If we were going to crash and burn anyway, why not enjoy the fall?
Still swimming in his T-shirt, I wandered into the living room, and there he was: asleep, bare-chested, and stretched out on the couch like a cruel temptation.
I didn't think, sitting on the floor beside him and resting my head on the cushion near his arm. He stirred almost immediately, shifting toward me with a sleepy sound. His hand moved through my hair like it was instinctive. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed me, wrapped his strong arms around me, and pulled me straight onto the couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I chuckled and curled into him, pressing my face against his chest. He made a low sound that sent heat straight through me, and our legs intertwined without thought. The way I fit against him should have been impossible, but it was as if his body had been built with the exact dips and angles to hold me.
Which, obviously, meant I had no choice but to kiss him. It was just a soft, barely there press of my lips to the curve of his throat.
“Ellie baby,” he rasped, his voice laced with sleep.
