Her eyes lock on mine instantly. I love that about her. Even like this, even undone, she holds my gaze like she’s daring me to leave.
I won’t. Not ever again.
I lower my mouth to her breast, kissing, then sucking gently, causing her to gasp, her head tipping back. She tangles her fingers in my hair, holding me there.
I move lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling her breath change, sharper now.
Sarah’s voice goes tight. “Don’t tease me.”
A rough laugh slips out of me.
“I’m not teasing,” I tell her, and then I push her thighs apart and lower my mouth where she needs me. “I’m enjoying.”
The second my tongue touches her, she cries out, the sound broken. One hand clamps down on the pillow beside her like she’s trying to hold onto something, while the other fists in my hair on instinct, sharp and unguarded.
I lap at her slowly, then harder, building rhythm, building pressure. Her legs tremble around my neck and I hold them in place.
“Jace,” she gasps. “Oh my god.”
I keep going, tongue relentless, until her hips buck and she makes a sound that’s pure release, her body tightening, then shaking.
She’s still breathing hard when I crawl back up her body, kissing her mouth, tasting her, swallowing her soft whimper when I press my hips against her.
“I’m here,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ve got you.”
Sarah’s eyes shine. “Show me,” she whispers back.
So I do.
I grab a condom from her nightstand without looking, like I’ve done it a hundred times in this room. Like this is ours. I roll it on, then settle between her thighs, lining myself up.
I pause again, just for a second, because even in the heat, even in the wreckage, I need her.
Sarah’s hand slides to my jaw. “Don’t stop,” she says, voice shaking. “Please.”
I push into her slowly, watching her face as she takes me. She exhales, a low sound, her eyes fluttering closed for a beat, then opening again.
“Eyes on me,” I say again, rougher this time.
She does, so I thrust deeper, steady. Sarah’s breath catches, her nails digging into my back and sounds coming from her get louder.
“Good,” I murmur. “That’s it.”
Her lips part, a soft moan spilling out.
I move faster, building pace, feeling the way she tightens around me, the way her body meets mine like she’s searching for something to cling to.
And I give it to her.
I give her the truth that my mouth can’t form tonight.
Sarah wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, her forehead creasing with pleasure and something else. Something raw.
“Jace,” she whispers. “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I say, voice low. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her body tightens, her mouth opening on a sound that turns into a gasp. She shakes beneath me, her hands clutching my shoulders like she’s keeping herself together even as she breaks.
