That was all I needed.
Her shirt came up, careful of her shoulder, but once it was off, my restraint took another hit.
“Still good?”I asked, my voice rougher now.
She nodded, breath shaky.“Yes.”
I kissed her again, deeper this time, slower but more consuming, like I was memorizing her.My hands traced over her, learning her shape, her reactions, the way she pressed into me like she couldn’t get close enough.
Her hands moved to my shirt next, pushing it up and off with a little less patience.
It hit the floor somewhere behind me.
I didn’t care.
Her fingers dragged over my chest, her touch curious at first, and then not.
“Britta,” I warned low when she got bolder.
She just smiled against my mouth.
Dangerous.
So damn dangerous.
I shifted her slightly, settling between her knees as she wrapped her legs around me like she belonged there.Like she’d always been meant to be right here.
The kiss turned deeper.Hungrier.Her breath mixing with mine, and her body moved against me in a way that made my control fray at the edges.
“Swift…” she gasped.
“Yeah,” I answered, even though I didn’t know what she was asking for.
I just knew I was going to give it to her.
My hands slid down her sides, then lower, slow enough to feel every reaction, every hitch of her breath, every shift of her body.
She grabbed onto me tighter.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I wasn’t planning on it.
Not even a little.
But I slowed anyway—on purpose—letting the tension build instead of rushing through it.
Because this?This wasn’t something I wanted to burn through.
This was something I wanted tofeel.
Every second of it.
Every inch.
Every reaction.
Her head fell back again when I kissed down her neck, and I followed the line of her throat, taking my time, dragging it out until she was gripping me like she needed something more.
