"Okay?" he asked, slick fingers pressing where I needed them.
"If you stop, I will literally die. That's not hyperbole. I will expire. You'll have to explain to Coach why I missed practice—"
He pressed deeper, and my sentence ended in a noise that wasn't a word.
"Good?" His voice was rougher, frayed at the edges.
"Yes. More. I can take—yes, like that, just—"
He worked me open, taking all the time in the world.
"Adrian." I didn't care that I was begging. "Please."
He kissed me—deep and filthy, swallowing whatever sound I made next—and then finally, he lined us up, pressing in, and—
"Fuck."
"Yeah," he breathed against my mouth. "Yeah."
He moved slowly at first. Deliberate. Watching my face like he was registering every reaction and every hitch in my breath. I'd never been with someone who looked at me like that during sex—seeing me as the main event, not merely a participant.
"You can—" I started, and he shifted his angle, and the rest of the sentence dissolved into random noises.
"I can what?" he asked, and the bastard was smiling.
"Shut up."
"You were saying something."
"I wastryingto say—" He did it again, that exact angle, that exact depth, and I stopped trying to say anything at all.
The sounds he made undid me almost as much as the rest of it. Quiet, controlled, like he was trying to hold onto himself but failed little by little. He tried to swallow a groan when I arched up into him. He repeated my name—not Pickle but Noah, rough and low.
Nobody called me Noah. I'd almost forgotten it was my name.
Still, in the middle of it—even with Adrian inside me, taking me apart like he had all night and intended to use every minute—my brain flickered.
That look on his face when you asked if there was more.
"Noah."
I blinked. Adrian's face above me—flushed, pupils dilated.
"You're thinking," he said.
"I'm always thinking. My brain is a hostile work environment."
"What are you thinking about?"
"You. This. How I—"
I stopped.
Don't say it. It's too soon.
Adrian slowed his thrusts.
He brushed my cheekbone with his thumb. "Where'd you go?"
