I’m not waiting another second.
My hands drop between us, fingers fumbling at his belt.
Quick. Fast. Rushed. Hungry.
All so much that my fingers are clumsy.
The metallic clink of the buckle echoes, followed by the sharp hiss of his zipper.
He groans, forehead dropping to mine. His eyes burn into me, dark and hungry.
“Shay, let me make sure you’re heated for me.”
“I’m ready.” My voice is raw. “Skip the performance, stud muffin.”
He chuckles, warm breath puffing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’m already there.” I lean in and lick his jaw. “Wet,” I say in his ear. “Dripping for you.”
“Fuck.” His hands slide down to grip my thighs, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
My legs wrap around his waist instinctively. The fabric of my jogging pants is the only barrier between us.
His forehead presses to mine. “Slow,” he grunts, breath hot and ragged.
I whimper, my head falling back against the wood.
His fingers l brush, skim, and caress my skin as he slides my top up and over my head.
“Beautiful.”
He kisses his way down my chest. Hot, wet, demanding kisses. I feel every last one of them.
His free hand yanks at the cups of my bra, tugging them down until my breasts spill free into the cool air.
My nipples pebble even harder, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his mouth when he closes his lips around one.
“Cash—” His name turns into a moan when his tongue flicks over my sensitive peak before he bites down just enough to make me gasp.
My core throbs, aching, begging for a release that coils deep in my tight belly.
I’m trying to hold back—to make it last.
But I’ve just spent a ridiculous amount of time watching this very man, this very body, do things I only imagined.
Cash switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same heated attention. The sensations spark all over again, electric and relentless.
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me. The sight of him between my legs makes my stomach flutter and my pulse spike.
His dark eyes lock on mine as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jogging pants.
My hands cover his. “I’ll crumble.” My voice is ragged. “If you touch me down there, I’ll come apart.”
“I’m okay with that.” He smirks. “In fact, I’d enjoy it.”
“I want you inside me.” I grab his face, forcing him up to me.
His eyes swallow me whole. His lips are wet and soft.
