Her pupils dilated."Good."
I kissed her again, harder this time, backing her up until her hips hit the desk.The ledger fell to the floor as I lifted her onto it and stepped between her thighs.She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me flush against her, and I groaned into her mouth.
This wasn’t just need.It was recognition.Like my body had known before my brain caught up that she was the one thing I didn’t want to let go of.
I broke the kiss long enough to yank her thermal over her head.She wasn’t wearing a bra.Just Lilah, warm and soft and real, her skin flushed under my hands.
"Tell me to stop," I said, voice rough.
She arched into my touch."Don’t you dare."
That was all I needed.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth, then trailing kisses lower, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip.She gasped when I bit lightly at the inside of her thigh, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"Dawson—"
"Patience," I murmured against her skin.I wasn’t rushing this.Not when I’d spent way too many hours fantasizing about what it would feel like to touch her.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down, taking her underwear with them.She lifted her hips to help, then sat there, bare-assed and breathtaking, while I just looked at her.
"You’re so damn beautiful," I said, because it wasn’t enough to just think it.
She shivered."How about less talking?"
“Careful what you wish for, Trouble.”I smirked and pressed a kiss to her knee.Then higher.Higher still, until her breath hitched and her thighs shook around my ears.
I took my time.Learned what made her whimper and what made her dig her nails into my shoulders.When I finally slid two fingers inside her, she cried out, her back arching off the desk.
"That’s it," I murmured, curling my fingers just right."Let go, baby."
She came hard, her body clenching around me, her fingers leaving marks on my shoulders.I didn’t stop until she went boneless, her chest heaving.
Then I stood, unbuckling my belt with hands that weren’t quite steady.She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted.
"Condom," I managed."In my wallet.Back pocket."
She fished it out and rolled it on me, her fingers lingering and teasing.I hissed through my teeth.
"That’s enough, temptress” I gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, then drove into her in one deep stroke.
We both groaned, then I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.She was warm and tight and mine, at least for now, and I wasn’t letting go.
I set a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that had her gasping, her nails raking down my back.Every time I bottomed out, she made a sound like she was trying to memorize the feel of me.
"More," she panted."Harder."
I didn’t hesitate to give her what she needed.
The desk creaked underneath us, papers scattering to the floor.I wrapped her legs around me and angled deeper, hitting the spot that made her see stars.Her head fell back, her throat exposed, and I bit down gently on the pulse point under her ear.
"Dawson—please?—"
I lost it, gripping her hip with one hand, the other tangling in her hair as I kissed her like I could fuse us together.She met me stroke for stroke, her pussy fucking milking me, until I came with a groan ripped right out of my chest.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.Just breathed.Just were.I’d shared more than her body.I’d let her see the part of me that never made room for anyone.
Then she tilted my face up and kissed me, slow and thorough.
