She squeezed her hand at the base just the way I’d taught her.
That was the breaking point.
I grabbed her jaw — gentle but firm — and pulled her mouth off me just in time, stumbling back a step, chest heaving.
“Baby—Jesus—look at me?—”
She did. Kneeling on the shower floor, water sliding down her cheeks, lips swollen, breath shaky… looking up at me like she’d give me anything.
“Fuck—baby—don’t move?—”
Her eyes widened.
I came with a sharp, broken sound, come hitting her chest, her collarbones, a little on her throat. The sight of it,herlike that.
“God…” I gasped, still braced against the tile. “Fuck…”
She blinked up at me. “Did I…?” Her voice was so soft. “Did I do okay?”
I dropped to a crouch immediately, cupping her cheeks with both hands, kissing her forehead, kissing her jaw, kissing the corner of her mouth like she was fragile and holy.
“You did perfect,” I whispered against her mouth. “You hear me?Perfect.”
Her hands rose to my waist. I tilted her chin, making her meet my eyes.
“You made me lose control. You made me finish without meaning to. You have any idea what that means for me?”
She shook her head, shy.
“It means,” I whispered, thumb brushing her lower lip, “my body responds to you more than it ever has to anyone.”
Her breath stuttered.
“Come here,” I pulled her off her knees like she weighed nothing. The water washed down both of us, rinsing her slowly as I held the back of her head, letting her hide her face against my chest
“You did so good for me,” I murmured into her hair. “I’m so proud of you baby.”
16
Vince
I’d gone from liking this girl to needing her in a way that didn’t feel sane. Every time she ended up on me like this, it got worse.
I was in trouble.
A tiny wrinkle sat between her brows, even in sleep, like she never really stopped bracing.
“Relax, angel. You’re safe.” My thumb smoothed over that line until it eased.
That was the problem.
Safe around me meant something I hadn’t asked permission for yet.
She made a small sound, and burrowed closer. Her nose nudged my chain. Fingers curled around it the way they always did, that unconscious little claim that wrecked me every time.
A slow smile dragged at my mouth.
“Comfortable?” Knuckles dragged through her hair again, just to feel the way she leaned into it.
