He hooked a thumb into the waistband of her leggings and dragged them down with brutal precision, just far enough to expose everything he’d been dreaming of. He could feel her damp heat so close to where he needed her the most that it counted as a goddamn war crime. Her panties were soaked, clinging to skin flushed and trembling. When his cock twitched against her she arched into it like her body was begging for it.
He reached around her, one big hand snaking low over her belly and then down to her slick heat. They groaned in unison as he dragged his thumb through her slick pussy.
“Jesus Holly,” he purred against her neck on the tail-end of a reverent sigh. “You’re so fucking flooded for me. Bet if I just?—”
He pushed two thick fingers inside her without an ounce of resistance, and her moan cracked him wide open. He watched her in the mirror, watched her bite her lip and fight the sound in her throat. Mascara smudged, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering shut like she couldn’t bear to watch herselfcome undone for him. God, he loved it. Loved that she tried to hold on. Loved that she was losing.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmured, rough and low, lips brushing her jaw as his fingers curled inside her like a promise. “Tell me you wanna come on my fingers, Martinez.”
He watched her in the mirror, squeezing her eyes shut like she couldn’t bear how good it felt. How much shewantedit. When she opened them again, her gaze locked on his, wild and pleading and furious all at once.
“I hate you,” she said, voice shaking on the barely concealed truth. It didn’t land like hate. It landed like surrender.
Nate’s grin turned dark, almost reverent. “Liar.”
“Break me,” she told him, so softly that he could hardly hear her. “Don’t be gentle.”
He delved for her pleasure again and her breath hitched, then caught completely when he shifted his hand enough to angle his fingers up, curling deeper inside her like he already knewexactlywhere to touch. She gasped loudly, one hand palming the mirror for balance, the other reaching behind her to grab a fistful of his hair as her thighs trembled.
Jesus Christ, she was so beautiful.
“There,”he whispered, voice thick with awe. “That’s it. That’s the spot, isn’t it sweetheart?”
She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat that was half curse, half prayer. Her hips bucked helplessly, chasing the relentless precision of his fingers and the heat of his mouth against her neck. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Just kept her pinned there with his body and his voice, murmuring filth and praise in equal measure.
“You feel that, Martinez?” he said gruffly, before she clenched around his fingers and a ragged moan fell from his lips. He tilted his hips, thrusting against the barrier of his own pants just to get some kind of relief.
“You’re so fucking tight around me. So wet.Fuck!Bet I could just slip my cock in and you’d take every inch without even trying.”
She moaned. Loud.Broken.
He grazed his own lip with his teeth to pull himself back from the brink, hips stuttering.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
Holly exhaled and nodded frantically, a desperate movement that looked more like surrender than anything she could’ve said out loud. Her eyes met his in the mirror, wide and wild, and that was when it hit him. She was letting him see her. Letting himhaveher, like this, in a way she didn’t give to anyone. And fuck, itturned him on.
“Come on these fingers, Holly,” he pleaded, voice rough and reverent. “Let me feel it.”
She shattered with a cry that echoed off the glass. Her whole body locked against his, thighs clamping around his hand, heat flooding over his fingers as her walls pulsed tight in wave after wave of release. Her head dropped forward, forehead resting against the mirror, breath fogging the glass while her entire body trembled.
Nate didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just held her, one hand still between her thighs, the other stroking her side like he could keep her grounded through the aftershocks. When she finally turned her head she was dazed and flushed, and he met her gaze in the mirror.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, soft and reverent, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. “You know that?”
Her breath hitched. Just for a second. Then she shifted and his cock, still hard and leaking in his pants, dragged across her with friction that made his whole body tense.Fuck,he was so close he could barely think. He needed to be inside her. Needed her wrapped around him, tight and soaked andhis.
And maybe that’s why she pulled away.
She didn’t speak. Just reached down for her leggings with shaking hands, dragging them up with stilted efficiency, eyes locked on the floor like she could disappear if she didn’t look at him. Her shirt followed, tugged down with stubborn finality.
“This didn’t happen,” she said flatly, voice stripped of heat and expression leached of vulnerability. Like a switch had flipped, and she’d shut herself off.
Nate blinked. Still breathless and aching from the way she’d just come apart in his arms. “Holly?—”
But she was already walking. She didn’t glance back to check if he was following. She just moved as if something in her was cracking open and she had to outrun it.
The rehearsal studio door clicked shut behind her, like the final nail in his coffin. Nate stood there with his cock leaking in his sweats and his heart hammering in his chest. And he couldn't do anything except watch her leave like she’d just walked off with something he was never getting back.
