She shrugs. “My grandma never used them. I wanted to be like her. It doesn’t bother me when others do, though.”
“Fair,” I sigh. “Still. I lost control. If I hadn’t, I could’ve handled it better.”
She steps closer. “We both lost control. I’m grown. Same as you. We’re both responsible.”
She’s right, even if guilt still claws at me.
“Goodnight, Blossom,” I say.
She lifts one eyebrow. “That’s why you came? Just to say that?”
My cheeks heat. I look toward the dark line of trees. “It’s one reason. The other… I wasn’t thinking straight about.”
She steps closer. Gravel crunches. Her hand cups my cheek. Her eyes meet mine, warm and deep, full of the thing I’ve been fighting since the first moment I scented her.
She says my name. “Zeke.”
It hits me like her touch. Desire pulses down the bond, raw and urgent, held in check by the thinnest thread of control.
I break.
My hand snaps to her waist, pulling her against me. Her hands slide up my arms, soft and eager. Her breath catches. Her eyes darken. Her scent floods me, sweet and slick.
“Do you need help, Blossom?” I murmur. “Did that old man leave you wanting?”
She swats me. “He didn’t know.”
I laugh quietly. Then her hands lace behind my neck, and I lean back against the bike seat as she rises onto her toes and presses her mouth to mine.
She tastes sweet enough to ruin me.
My hands slide under her shirt, palms finding the heat of her skin. She shivers. I groan.
I want to behave. I really do. If she told me to stop, I would.
But she doesn’t.
Winnie spreads her legs around my raised knee. Even through denim, I feel the heat pouring from her center as she grinds once, slow and desperate.
I kiss her harder. She gasps. My tongue slides into her mouth. I taste her moan.
She grinds again. I feel the slick heat of her pussy through fabric. My cock jerks so hard it aches.
I brace for her to pull away.
She doesn’t.
She drags me closer, hunger in every movement. Our tongues slide together. Her breath hitches. Her hips roll against my thigh. The bond hums with her need, calling mine forward until I can barely think.
I break the kiss just to breathe.
She looks at me, lips swollen, eyes heavy and dark with longing. She already looks wrecked. But she doesn’t know what wrecked is.
Not yet.
By the end of the night, I intend to have her riding my thigh again, this time without clothes. I intend to taste the slick she’s dripping. I intend to make her come on my mouth before she ever gets my cock.
And then I intend to fuck my knot into her until she begs me to never stop.
