Jesus.
Her eyes flick up to mine, steady and wicked, and I go completely still. My pulse pounds as she reaches for my jeans and undoes the button, then the zipper, carefully like she’s unwrapping a present she’s waited all week for.
My jeans drop to the floor. Then my boxers.
She looks up at me, one eyebrow raised, her mouth already parted.
“God,” I mutter, my hand landing on the back of her head automatically. “You’re killing me.”
“Oh no,” she says, fingers curling around the base of my cock. “That would mean I’m done with you. I’mjustgetting started.”
Her tongue flicks the tip, slow and wet, before she wraps her lips around me and takes me deep. My head tips back. My hand tightens in her hair.
“Fuuuck, Faith…”
She hums in response, sending a vibration up the shaft that nearly makes my knees give out.
She’s sloppy about it—in the best way—her spit trailing down as she moves her mouth up and down, one hand jerking me in rhythm while the other skims over my abs, mapping the ridges like she owns them.
My hips twitch, and I try to hold still. Try to hold back.
Her eyes stay locked on mine.
There’s something so different about this in the light. No shadows. No mask. Just her—gorgeous and wild and right in front of me. This girl is ruining me.
She pauses, pulling off with a pop and catching her breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as a glint lights her eyes.
“This is fun in the daylight,” she says, voice husky. “I like being able to see you.Allof you.”
My heart punches my ribs. If this is casual? Fuck, I’m enjoying every goddamn second of it.
I grin down at her, barely able to form words.
“Then keep looking, baby.”
She brings her mouth back down around me, and I have to pull her back up.
“You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up.
“So?”
I grin and gently lift her to her feet, then scoop her up and carry her off to her bedroom.
I slide one arm under her thighs and stand, lifting her effortlessly. She squeals, clutching my shoulders as I carry her down the hall.
“You’re out of control,” she says again playfully.
“Yeah,” I say. “But you’re the one who invited ridiculous into your house.”
She grins. “I’m not complaining.”
I nudge open her door with my foot and step inside. The room smells like her—vanilla, citrus, and something warm I can’t name but never want to forget. Sunlight filters in through sheer curtains, casting golden patterns across the bed.
I lower her onto the mattress, letting her body glide against mine until we’re both breathless.
She props herself up on her elbows, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and mischief in her eyes. “So what now, Mr. Dangerous?”
I crawl over her, one knee on either side, and lean down just enough for our noses to touch. “Now?” I murmur. “Now I take my time.”
