My breath hitches when he grabs my ass in a firm grip, tugging me against his body. We’re wild, touches growing desperate.
“Maya,” he pushes out roughly.
I cry out as he kisses my neck, clinging to his shoulders. His fingers push down the waistband of the HU sweatpants I wore to be comfortable on the drive. The moment his fingertips brush over my clit through my panties, I arch my back.
“Please.”
“Fuck, you’re wet. How are you so wet, baby?” His lips drag over my feverish skin as he traces teasing circles over my panties, making me more and more needy to have nothing between us. “You want to come?”
I gasp. “Yes.”
He captures my lips again, matching his movements to his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I tremble, stomach concaving in pleasure when he slides my panties aside and finds my clit. My hips move instinctively with his touch. He doesn’t tease me anymore, giving me what I want.
My nipples tighten and tingles spread across my body as he brings me closer to the brink.
I choke back a cry as my orgasm hits, thighs clamping against him. I break away from the kiss, a moan tearing from me as my pussy throbs, the pleasure spiraling through my core.
“That’s it, baby. Ride that wave.” He brushes light kisses along my jaw. “You’re such a good girl, coming for me.”
Still floating, I reach for the rigid bulge in his pants as I kiss him deeply.
Easton’s the one to slow us down from going any further. A band tightens around my heart. A noise of protest escapes me when he pulls back. He hushes me, stealing another quick kiss that we nearly get lost in again.
“God, I want you so fucking bad, Maya,” he rasps.
“Yeah? So have me.” I squeeze my legs tighter around his waist to keep him in place. “Right here. Come on. Reagan’s gone for the night.”
“I—” He rests his forehead against mine with a rueful laugh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I think I’m afraid you’d regret it if we did anything else right now.”
I wilt against him, unable to help circling my hips against his firm torso, wanting to feel his hardness against my center. He groans, massaging my waist.
“Fuck. You make me crazy. Promise me this?” He takes my chin between his thumb and finger, eyes darkened with desire when they bounce between mine. “If you still want this in the morning, you’re mine. I don’t want to rush you. You’re not some dare to win, Maya. You’re the whole damn package for me.”
The exhale I let out is shaky, but it helps clear my head. I nod, swallowing past the lump forming in my throat.
“Okay.”
His mouth quirks up at the corners. “Deal?”
“Deal.”
Tingles race through my body, converging with a hot pulse in my core when he helps me down from the counter.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” His brow wrinkles as he studies me.
It should probably tell me something that his reaction to my ex breaking into my apartment is far more worried than my own warped perception.
A bitter, humorless laugh leaves me before I clench my teeth fiercely. “Johnny Werner doesn’t get to dictate any of my emotions. He’s a pathetic narcissist and that’s the only reason he joined a hockey team. Fuck that guy.”
He nods, watching me closely as he echoes, “Fuck that guy.”
Easton hangs around until I insist I’m okay. We end up watching a movie with far less making out than I fantasized when I was thinking about it earlier. He pulls my legs across his lap, resting a hand on my knee. More than my annoyance at my ex, I feel safe because he promised to always be there when I need him.
When I’m struggling to keep my eyes open near the end, he chuckles. “Come on.”
I allow him to pull me to my feet, stretching languidly with a huge yawn. “Are you staying?”
“I won’t leave. You rest easy, baby. I’ve got you.”
