‘Please, Ax!’ she begs, shamelessly riding my face to oblivion, her whole body vibrating with the same desperation tearing through me. ‘Don’t stop – don’t stop –don’t stop.’
I yank the lace aside, fingers sliding in easy – one, two, three; she clenches around me, her cries turning frantic. I lick and suck and finger fuck until she’s coiled tight, head thrown back, breasts thrust out.
‘That’s it, that’s it, that’s?—’
She explodes, her climax a gusher that soaks me through, and I’ve never witnessed anything more devastatingly beautiful, more fierce, more free.
I slow only when she does, easing her back down, milking every last tremor until she sags against the wall. Her head tips forward, eyes fluttering open.
‘Wow,’ she puffs out. ‘Sorry.’
Sorry?What the fuck’s she sorry for?
‘That doesn’t happen often,’ she says softly, her hand sliding from my hair to the drenched collar of my shirt. ‘But when it does…’
‘It’s sexy as fuck.’
Her mouth quirks, eyes bright in the soft cabin light. ‘Thank you.’
Thank you.
I don’t need gratitude.
I needher.
Right now. Immediately. Yesterday.
I push to my feet, ready to close the distance, but she comes at me instead, palms planted to my chest, her forceful march taking me straight to the door.
I don’t fight it. Hell, if this ends with her pinning me to climb me, she can shove me through a wall.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ I growl, dipping to catch her mouth, because now I’ve gone there, I ain’t giving it up.
Only my lips catch thin air.
The pressure at my chest vanishes.
My back hits open space – and suddenly, I’m standing in the open doorway, blinking like an idiot, while she smiles up at me.
What the?—?
‘Night, Ax.’
She gives me one last, deceptively gentle shove, and I stumble back – off balance and a whole lot off-kilter – and the door swings shut on her triumphant, victorious grin.
I stare at the dark wood.
Did she?—
Did she justplay me?
‘Hey, man. What the hell happened to you?’
I spin to find Theo stepping out of his room, empty ice bucket in hand. He looks about as wrecked as I feel – hair wild, skin flushed – but at least he’s dry.
Fuck.
I gesture vaguely at Tay’s door, drag my other hand through my mussed-up hair like dignity might still be salvageable.
