"I want..." She licked her lips. "I want to stop feeling like I'm breaking."
"Then let me put you back together."
I took the ice cream cone from her hand and tossed it aside. Then my mouth was on hers, hard and demanding and twelve years overdue.
She made a sound in her throat, something between a gasp and a moan, and then she was kissing me back with a desperation that matched my own. Her hands fisted in my leather jacket, pulling me closer even as her body arched against mine.
I kissed her like I was drowning and she was air. My hands found her hips, pinning her to the wall as my tongue sweptinto her mouth. She tasted like chocolate and cinnamon and everything I'd been missing for over a decade.
When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
"Jaxon," she whispered, my name a plea.
"I know, baby. I know." My hand slid under her shirt, finding warm skin. "Tell me to stop and I will."
She didn't tell me to stop.
Instead, she pulled me back down into another kiss, this one even more desperate than the first. My hand moved higher, cupping her breast through her bra, and she arched into the touch with a whimper.
"More," she breathed against my mouth.
Fuck.
My hand left her breast and traveled down, popping the button of her jeans with practiced ease. She didn't stop me. Didn't even hesitate. Just widened her stance slightly, giving me access.
"Good girl," I murmured, sliding my hand beneath her panties.
She was soaked.
The discovery made me groan, my forehead dropping to rest against hers as my fingers found her slick heat. I stroked through her folds slowly, teasing, until she was squirming against me.
"Jaxon, please..."
"Please what, Pretty Girl?" I circled her clit with my thumb, light and maddening. "Use your words."
"Please... I need..."
"Need what?" I slid one finger inside her and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders through the leather. "Need me to fuck you with my fingers? Need me to make you come so hard you forget your own name?"
"Yes," she whimpered. "God, yes."
I added a second finger, pumping slowly while my thumb worked her clit in tight circles. Her head fell back against the brick wall, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through her.
"Eyes on me," I commanded. "I want to watch you fall apart."
Her eyes opened, dark and desperate, locked onto mine.
"That's it," I praised, picking up the pace. "Take what you need, baby. Take everything."
My fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her cry out. Her hips were moving now, riding my hand with increasing desperation. Her scent was overwhelming, pure arousal and need, calling to every instinct I had.
"Close," she gasped. "I'm so close..."
"Then come for me, Pretty Girl." I increased the pressure on her clit, my fingers pumping harder. "Let everyone hear who's making you feel this good."
She shattered.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her entire body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her. She screamed my name into my leather jacket, her teeth finding the material to muffle the sound as wave after wave rolled through her.
