I surge forward and capture her mouth again. My hands move, one sliding up her spine to cup between her shoulderblades, the other dropping to grip her hip and pull her impossibly closer.
Phoenix gasps against my lips and shifts in my lap, legs spreading wider to straddle me properly. The heat of her core presses against the growing bulge in my jeans, and even through layers of fabric the contact sends sparks shooting up my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Phoenix?—”
“More.” She rocks against me, creating friction that makes my vision blur at the edges. “I need more.”
I flip us in one smooth motion.
Phoenix lands on her back on the narrow bunk, copper hair fanning across the rough blankets. Her eyes briefly go wide with surprise, before she giggles and tries to pull me closer.
“Better?” I hover over her, bracing myself on my forearms to keep from crushing her.
“Getting there.” Her hands find my belt buckle, fingers working at the leather with a desperation that borders on frantic. “Off. Need these off.”
I help her with the buckle, the button, the zipper. Shove my jeans and boxers down my hips in one motion, kicking them off somewhere into the darkness of the cabin.
Phoenix’s gaze drops to my cock and her breath catches audibly.
“Wow.”
A strangled laugh escapes me. “That’s…not what people usually say.”
“What do they usually say?”
“I don’t know. Notwow.”
“Well.” She reaches out and wraps her fingers around my length, and the contact—the heat of her palm, the certainty of her grip—makes me see stars. “Wow.”
I drop my head to her shoulder and groan through clenched teeth. “Phoenix. If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
“Then maybe you should distract me.”
Happily.
I catch her wrists and pin them gently above her head, holding them there with one hand while the other works at the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me strip them off, and then there’s nothing between us but a scrap of cotton that’s already damp with her arousal.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please.” The word comes out breathless, almost a whimper.
I slide my free hand down her body, between her breasts, across the flat plane of her stomach, over the jut of her hipbone. My fingers trace the edge of her underwear, teasing, testing.
Phoenix arches into the contact. “Dom, I swear to fuck?—”
I slip beneath the cotton and find her wet. Dripping, actually. Slick heat coating my fingers the moment I make contact.
“Jesus,” I breathe. “You’re soaked.”
“Been thinking about this for days.” She rocks against my hand, seeking more contact. “Since you put your hands on my thighs to steady me while I signed that poster.”
The admission hits me like a punch to the gut.
She’s been thinking about this. Aboutme. This whole time, while I’ve been convincing myself she’s so far out of my league I’d need a telescope to see her, she’s been lying awake imagining exactly this.
“I’ve wanted you since before I even knew what sex was. Since I was a kid, using Mabie as an excuse for why I never missed an episode of that fucking show,” I confess against her throat, my fingers still working between her legs.”Didn’t let myself think about it because I figured there was no fucking chance. But I wanted you.”
Phoenix gasps as I circle her clit, hips jerking upward, even as she lets out a giddy laugh. “Right now, there’s a—a chance. There’s definitely a chance. We’ll have to see how this goes?—“
