“Swift,” she said again, this time more desperate.I pulled back just enough to look at her—eyes blown wide and her chest rising fast.
Lips parted.
Mine.
Mine if she wanted me.
“You sure?”I asked again, one last time.
She didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
That was it.
Everything after that blurred into heat and movement and the kind of connection I’d never felt before.Not just physical.More.
Way more.
My focus was locked on her.
Always her.
Her breath hitched when my hands slid down her sides again, slower this time, tracing, learning, feeling the way her body reacted to every touch.
“Swift…” she whispered.
“Yeah, sugar,” I murmured, my mouth finding hers again, stealing another kiss that was slower but no less consuming.
Her fingers dropped to the button of my jeans, and I felt the shift in her.
Less unsure, more certain.
She popped it open, her hands brushing against me in a way that made my breath catch this time.
“Careful,” I warned low, my forehead dropping to hers.
She smiled against my lips.“No.”
Jesus.
I helped her, kicking my boots off and shoving my jeans down, stepping out of them in one quick movement.
She stilled for half a second, eyes dropping.Then she blinked.“You’re not wearing—”
I huffed out a low laugh, brushing my mouth along her jaw.“Never do, babe.”
Her fingers curled slightly, curiosity flashing across her face before heat replaced it.“If I had known that this whole time…” she trailed off.
I smirked against her skin.“This would’ve happened sooner?”
She laughed, breathless.“Also-fucking-lutely.”
That sound, her laugh, did something to me.
Something deeper than just the heat building between us.
I slid my hands to her waist, then lower, fingers hooking into the fabric of her pants.
