“That’s right, babygirl.”
I kiss her throat, my teeth dragging over her pulse point as I toy with her, quickly finding the exact little bundle of nerves that makes her let loose a quiet, mind-numbing moan.
She bites her lip so hard that she looks like she’s in pain. I lean up to kiss her jaw, knowing full well that if I go anywhere near her mouth, it’s over.
“Come for me, Gemma,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, focusing on teasing her swollen clit. “Show me what I’ll be missing when we go back to beingjust friends.”
The hair on her arms rises. She begins to flinch, begins to rock erratically on my thigh, my hastening fingers. I press my entire body into her, pinning her between me and the wall, and go all in. Her mouth drops once more, chin jutting to the ceiling. I nibble her earlobe to remind her to be quiet; however, as I feel her tense, another moan sounds from her that weakens my knees.
It changes my brain chemistry, reverberates in my muscles, and buries itself beneath my skin. That little sound… It alters me entirely.
And when she comes, her entire body rolls and flinches. She grabs my shoulders and hangs her head. I brace my free hand on her cheek, letting her forehead rest against mine in an attempt to steady her when she tries to collapse.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I whisper on her skin. “That’s…shit, Gemma.”
Because even with the fabric between us, my fingers are beyond damp.
As her breaths steady, I stare at her open mouth, and I realize just how dangerous this is.
Shit.
Gemma eventually lets her head hit the wall again, her breaths still calming down. I take my hand from between her thighs and bring the wet digits to my lips. She watches me hungrily as I lick one of my fingers, almost as if I’m sampling the taste of her.
What a fucking taste.
A muscle feathers in her jaw like she’s unsure of what to do with herself.
I hardly know what to do with myself either.
“That… that can’t happen again,” she manages after a few seconds.
I lean in and press my lips to her collar. “I know,” I say, and I halfway mean it.
Because that little moan has the end of my sobriety written all over it, and I’m suddenly scared fucking shitless. It’s all I’m going to be able to think about from now on. All I’ll be able to hear. All I’ll be able to see when I close my eyes.
The voice inside is screaming at me and telling me to run. It’s telling me I don’t deserve to hear that sound again. I’ll just hurt her, and she doesn’t deserve that.
And in the same beat, I want to sabotage everything just for a taste of her.
I force my feet to move backward. Gemma pushes off the wall when we’re apart, though neither of us goes for the door yet.
Her gaze finally meets mine, and the blush darkening her cheeks makes me smile.
“You know you had fun,” I say jokingly.
She purses her lips before bringing her bottom lip behind her teeth, obviously fighting her own amusement. “Not a word,” she says. “Not to anyone.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. I step up to her again and kiss the center of her throat. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m good at keeping secrets,” I say as I reach for the door.
Gemma’s watch goes off with another text message, and she curses under her breath.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Do you know what the cost of that orgasm was?” she asks.
“The obsession you now have with me?” I taunt.
She huffs. “Missing Zeb getting into a fight with Rad online.”
