And this time, there was no holding back.
My hands moved to her waist, pulling her tighter against me as her arms slid around my shoulders.The kiss deepened fast, heat building between us like it had been waiting for permission.
I lifted her up onto the counter without breaking contact, and she went willingly, legs wrapping around me as she pulled me closer.
Her fingers slid through my hair.
My hands traced her sides, careful but not hesitant, memorizing every inch I touched.
“Swift,” she breathed against my mouth.
“Yeah, sugar,” I muttered, kissing her again, slower this time but no less intense.
I kept it controlled, even when every instinct in me said to take more, go further, lose the last bit of restraint I had left.
Because this?
This mattered.
She mattered.
And I wasn’t going to rush it.
Her hands were everywhere.My shoulders, my chest, like she was figuring me out the same way I was her.
I pulled back just enough to look at her.“You good?”I asked quietly.
She nodded immediately.“Yes.”
That was all I needed.
I kissed her again, slower now, deeper in a different way.Less desperate and more intentional.
“Swift,” she breathed, her voice already wrecked, already gone.
“Yeah, sugar,” I muttered, dragging my mouth from her lips to her jaw, then down her neck.
Her head tipped back, giving me more, and I took it.
Slow at first.
Then not.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I kissed down the side of her throat, feeling the way her pulse jumped beneath my mouth.Every reaction she gave me fed something in me that had been barely held together all day.
All week.
“Been thinking about this,” I admitted against her skin.
“Yeah?”she whispered.
“Yeah.”
My hands moved under the hem of her shirt, sliding up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin, the way she shivered under my touch.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, forcing the words out even though everything in me resisted it.
Her hands came up to my face, pulling me back to her.“Don’t you dare.”
