“Oh god…” Her fingers press into my skin.
I grip her thighs tighter, holding her exactly where I need her. The angle lets me grind against that perfect spot inside her, and she bites my shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Scream,” I hiss, rolling my hips again. “Let them know who’s making you fall apart.”
Her walls clamp around my cock and my vision blurs. Fuck, she’s right there.
“Say it,” I demand, breath hot in her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
I slam into her once, twice—and she breaks.
“Yours,” she cries out, her legs squeezing my waist. “I’m yours?—”
“That’s right,” I growl, thrusting through every pulse of her orgasm because she’s dragging me under with her. “Leighton…”
She grabs my jaw, forcing me to look her in the eyes as I fall apart. “Come for me.”
All my restraint snaps.
My hips thrust forward as my release tears through me. Burying myself as deep as I can, breathing her in, I slam my mouth on hers as I spill inside her.
When she’s done milking me, she rests her forehead against mine, our breath mixing, both of us completely exhausted and euphoric.
I brush my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, my possessiveness settling deep and immovable in my chest. She’s all mine. Finally.
“We have a problem,” she says, breaking my trance.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Hayes
* * *
Fear wasn’t the emotion I thought I’d see from Leighton after we had sex for the first time, but that’s what’s staring at me.
“I’m gonna be honest right now, Leighton, if you tell me you regret what we did, I’m going to walk out of here, and you’ll never see me again.” The words fly off my tongue even if I know they’re a lie. More than likely I’d get down on my knees and beg for her to give us a chance.
She giggles.
I frown, not understanding.
She stops herself, although she’s still smiling. “No. I just…” She looks down between us, where my dick is slowly softening inside her. “We didn’t use anything.”
Now there’s fear in my eyes. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” I slide out of her as if that changes the fact that my seed is running down the insides of her thighs. “Fuck. That’s on me. I should have…”
She laughs again and opens a package of paper towels sitting on the shelf. She’s so calm. How can she be so unaffected by this?
“I’m on the pill, so no worries about pregnancy.” She twirls her finger. “Turn around though.”
She hands me a stack of paper towels, and I circle around, facing the wall as I clean myself.
I push a hand through my hair. “Still, it was careless of me, but I was just so…”
“Lost in the moment? Me too. It’s okay, but Hayes?”
I circle back around, and she’s pulling up her pants.
