My response is immediate. My mouth claims hers, fierce and desperate, every kiss a promise I can’t quite put into words. She presses back, nails raking down my back, pulling me impossibly closer, and I feel the heat of her need matching mine.
Every sigh, every shiver under my fingertips, every arch of her body drags me closer, teetering on the edge of losing control entirely. Still, I hold her, savoring the weight of her in my arms.
“Look at me.” Her eyes flutter open, green and glassy with emotion. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head. “Stop apologizing,” she gasps, her nails dragging down my back. “I forgive you. But right now, I need—God, Aidan, I need theseoff.”
Her hands are already at my waistband, tugging with urgency.
“Easy, love,” I murmur, but she’s having none of it.
“Don’t you dare go easy on me,” she says fiercely, shoving at the fabric. “I’ve been sick for weeks, and now I finally feel good and you’re still wearing pants.Fix it.”
A laugh rumbles through my chest as I help her, kicking the joggers off. “Demanding little thing.”
“You have no idea,” she breathes, pulling me back down. “These hormones are driving me crazy. All I think about is you touching me.”
“Well, then.” I let my fingers ghost along her ribs. “If you’re thinking about me so much…”
She makes a frustrated sound. “Aidan?—”
“What’s that, love?” I ask, my fingers dancing along her collarbone now. “You said you’ve been thinking about this?”
Her eyes flash dangerously. “Don’t you dare start that teasing?—”
I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Start what?”
That’s when she snaps. She plants her hands on my shoulders and shoves. I’m so surprised that I go down easily, my back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. Before I can even process what’s happening, she’s straddling me.
“I said,” she breathes, “don’t tease me.”
The sight of her above me like this—hair wild, eyes blazing, taking control—it’s enough to make me lose my mind. She’s devastating. Heat and softness and every fantasy I’ve ever had, all of it kneeling over me like she was built to take me apart. My dick is painfully hard and throbbing against her slick heat as she shifts on top of me. That tiny roll of her hips nearly destroys my restraint. I feel how ready she is, how willing, how close she is to sinking down on me, and it lights me up.
One more second of this and I’ll lose it. I’ll flip her beneath me and push inside her so deep she forgets how to say anything but my name.
“Lucy,” I groan, my hands finding her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
She rocks against me again, deliberately this time. “How’s this for teasing?”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow. “You’re going to kill me. And I’m going to let you.”
“Good,” she says, and then she’s kissing me, fierce and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine as she continues that maddening rhythm with her hips.
My hands slide up her sides, cupping her full tits, my thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over her nipples. She arches into my touch, her breath shuddering, the movement making her grind down against me with a desperation that punches the air from my lungs.
Her hands plant on my chest, steadying herself. There’s a flicker of determination and need in her eyes before she shifts forward, dragging the slick heat of her core along the length ofmy cock. Then she reaches down between us, her fingers wrapping around me, guiding me exactly where she wants me.
She lines me up, her gaze locked on mine as she sinks down slowly. Torturously.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I breathe, my hands gripping her hips tighter as she begins to move.
She sets a slow pace, rolling her hips. The moonlight paints her skin silver, highlighting every subtle change in her body. She’s exquisite like this. Confident, powerful, taking exactly what she needs from me.
“Touch me,” she says, grabbing my hand and putting it exactly where she wants.
I obey, fingers finding her clit, moving in time with her rhythm. Her head falls back, lips parting on a gasp.
“That’s it, love,” I murmur.
