“Still okay?”
She nods hard and I smile, teasing the waistband of her panties.
“Good.” I slide her panties down inch by inch, takingmy time and leaving a trail of chill bumps on her skin. Her thighs quiver as I work my way back up her body to her core.
I want this as much as she does, but I’m not about to rush it.
I slip my hand between us and she moans.
“Bennett—”
“Shh. You want me to take you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flick to mine, wide and hungry.
“Then you’ll take it my way.” I slide two fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, and she tightens around my hand. She’s fighting herself, pleasure and desperation flashing across her face. But she swallows every sound like it’s a challenge.
I move with purpose, controlled. Setting the pace and getting her ready.
A noise sounds in the hall, muffled voices moving past the room.
Reckless.
She bites her lip and I pump faster, harder. Testing her.
She squeezes my fingers and her back bows off the bed.
I stop and she makes a strangled noise, more breath than sound.
Leaning down, I press my mouth to her ear. “You keep forgetting the rule.”
“I—” Her cheeks flush, then she bites her lip.
I tighten my grip on her wrists for a heartbeat. Not hard, just a reminder.
“Don’t chase. Let me.” My hand starts moving again, my thumb circling her clit. She’s holding on, but barely.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, vibrating the wood. She turns her head toward the sound, startled.
I reach up and turn her chin towards me. “Eyes on me, Sunshine.”
The words come out gruff and possessive. She blinks once, twice, as I press against her clit. Pleasure dances across her face, her lips parted.
I pause again, releasing her wrists to tug my shorts down and roll on a condom. She watches every move I make, eyes locked on mine.
I straddle her, lining myself up, while one hand keeps her right on the edge. Her chest rises and falls, fast and shallow.
Encircling her wrists again, I hold them above her head. Then I bend down, kissing her on the lips. Soft and slow. Her entire body’s quivering.
“You’re going to take me,” I whisper, “and you’re going to stay quiet. You want me like this?”
“Yes.” Her voice is thin and needy and I can’t hold back any longer.
I push in, measured, controlled strokes that keep her right where I want her. Tiptoeing the line between silent and shattered.
She tries to buck up again and I grab her hip, holding her down.
“Stay,” I murmur into her mouth. “Let me set the pace.”
