Then she was flat on the countertop, staring up at me with needy, trusting eyes.
And I knew I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t fuck her.
There was no coming back from that.
But I could give.
And give.
And give.
And she could take everything she needed from me.
That, that was going to need to be enough.
I reached out, yanking down the bodice of her dress.
The seams ripped.
Her back arched.
There was no going back.
CHAPTER NINE
Gracie
The cool air kissed my overheated skin. But I couldn’t tell you if it was that or the look on Perish’s face as he looked down at me that made a shiver course through me.
I’d never been looked at like that before.
Like he was starved.
And I was the sustenance.
Like he was damned.
And I was his salvation.
My chest fluttered.
My belly twisted.
The need became a heavy pressure that had me shifting, wiggling, trying to find some sort of relief.
His gaze slid from mine down to my exposed chest. I’d never been more thankful for built-in shelf bras because once he yanked the dress down, there was nothing between us but the charged air.
He seemed to watch me forever, to stare and stare and stare.
Then I sucked in a deep, shaky breath, and a groan escaped him.
He lowered then, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched up off the counter, a deep moan escaping me as my hand slapped to the back of his neck, holding him to me as he sucked and sucked and sucked before releasing me with a little pop.
He slid across my chest, repeating the process, making need ignite in my veins.
