“Yes,” I whimper, my breathing increasing as his hand moves closer and closer.
“Then I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.” The word rushes from me. “Whatever you want.”
And in this moment, it’s true. I’ll give him anything if he touches me.
I’ll get on my knees. I’ll beg. Hell, I’ll fucking crawl if that’s what it takes.
But that’s not what he wants.
His lips brush my neck, his unshaven jawline rough against my skin.
“I want you to watch.”
I shift to look at him, confused.
He nods toward the mirror across the room, and I follow his line of sight, swallowing hard at our reflection staring back.
“I want you to watch yourself get off, Rowan.” He moves a free hand to my throat, locking my head in place as his other hand continues moving toward my clit. “Want you to see what I do when I make you come.”
His other hand inches further and further south, and I hold my breath, bracing for his touch. When he finally slides a finger through my folds, I release a shuddering gasp.
Hayden doesn’t talk. Doesn’t tell me how wet I am. Doesn’t tell me how much he loves my pussy.
Instead, he keeps his stare trained on mine through the mirror as he rubs my clit, bringing my body to heights I’ve never experienced before.
This is intimate in a way I didn’t expect, looking directly into his eyes as I watch him work my body with his expert touch. And the man has certainly become an expert over the past several weeks. He knows exactly where to touch to make me sing. Make me fly. Make me soar.
And he knows the moment I’m ready to do all three.
He tightens his grip on my throat, keeping me locked in place as I gently thrust against his hand. I’m so lost in the moment, I close my eyes.
“No, Rowan. Look at me.”
I snap my eyes open once more, meeting his through the mirror.
“Look at what I do to you. What only I can give you.”
I’m not sure if he says it because he’s starting to sense my confusion. But it’s the last thing on my mind as wave after wave of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had crashes through me. But Hayden doesn’t stop. He drags it out, keeping my body upright when it feels like the world’s given out beneath me.
Moving his hand to my hip, he turns me around and slams his mouth against mine, his tongue brushing against mine as he fumbles with his pants, pushing them down.
“I will never get tired of watching that. Seeing what I do to you.”
Once he kicks off his pants, he lowers me onto the mattress and brings his erection up to me.
I expect him to thrust inside.
He doesn’t.
He braces himself over me, his eyes wild with hunger as he eases into me, savoring every inch. Once he’s fully seated, he releases a long exhale, his mouth hovering over mine, giving me his breath.
When he starts to move, he’s slow. Deliberate. He takes my hands in his, his eyes glued to mine as he circles his hips against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, attempting to urge him on.
“Faster.”
“No, baby. Like this. I want you to feel me like this.” He lowers his mouth back to mine.
