“God, I could bury my face between these thighs all fuckin’ day. Do you know that? I could fuck you until neither of us knows our name. Until nothing else outside this room exists.”
“Please,” she mutters, lifting her hips again.
“Please, what?” I ask, bending forward to replace my finger with my tongue, fucking her with it like it might be the last time.
It could be the last time, and if it is, I want to remember every second. Every sound. Every tremor.
“Goddammit, Clay, stop teasing and fuck me.”
“Only under one condition,” I say when I pull back, her juices covering my chin. I’m seconds away from coming in my pants just from going down on her.
My belt jingles as I unhook it, unzipping my jeans, desperate to release some friction right now. I’m ready to take my sweet time, though, even with the thought of us being caught, if it means waiting her out.
If it means hearing her say the words out loud, that even though we keep walking this line, that no matter where we are or who’s around, it’s always been her and me.
That she’s always been mine.
“What?” She lifts her head, staring down her body at me.
Her eyes burn into me as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, followed by the tank top she was wearing underneath. It dawns on me now that she wasn’t wearing a bra when her breasts jiggle free.
She tosses her shirts on the floor with the papers, then cups her breasts in her hands and swipes her finger over her nipple.
I’m so dazed watching her that I don’t even realize she’s asked me a question.
“I want to hear you beg for it,” I murmur, leaning forward to swipe my tongue through her folds again, wrapping my firm grip around my length.
“I’m not begging you,” she fires back, and I smile against her. “I’m not yours, Clay. And you’re not mine. You’ve got me spread out on this table, and if you don’t intend to fuck me…” She releases one of her breasts and slides her hand down her stomach between her legs.
She flicks her hand at me, motioning me away.
“If you don’twantto fuck me, then I guess I’ll take care of matters myself.”
My nostrils flare as I push to my feet, shoving my pants and underwear down to free my cock. When she sees me with my hand around my length, my eyes zeroed in on where her fingers are leisurely brushing over her clit, she sucks in a sharp breath and exhales a low moan.
“You love to get under my skin, don’t you, Sug?”
“I’d rather be pinned beneath you right now, but not if it means begging you. Don’t you think you’ve taken enough?”
My eyes snap up to meet hers, and the look on her face hits me hard—the pain, the hurt. It tears right through me.
Without a word, I step between her thighs again. She jerks her hand away, moving to grip the edge of the table when I move her legs until they’re over my shoulders. In one swift motion, I thrust inside her until I’m buried to the hilt.
A low growl escapes my chest, vibrating through me with such intensity I can see Tessa’s throat bob with the force of her swallow.
“Tell me again you’re not mine, Tessa.”
I pull out of her, thrusting in so hard that the table slams against the wall. I don’t even care anymore if someone hears me. Hears us.
“Clay—”
“Say it. Tell me you’re not mine, and I’m not yours. I want to hear you say it.”
She shakes her head, and I throw my head back, pistoning my hips into her. Each thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“I can’t. I’m not—” She breaks off, her hands clawing at my arms, desperately reaching for me.
I bend her legs farther until her knees are pressed against her chest. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me closer as her mouth slams against mine.
