That was all the permission I needed.
I ducked my head, kissing her again. Harder this time, slower. Like I meant to brand it into both of us, like I could presseverything I felt into her—every sleepless night, every minute I’d spent convincing myself this wasn’t worth the risk.
Her hands slipped under my shirt. I let out a muffled curse when her icy palms connected with my back. She giggled into my mouth, and the sound shot straight to my dick.
“Fuck, kitten.” I kissed a path across her collarbone, teeth scraping the black and grey flowers inked on her skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” she said breathlessly, tilting her chin to give me more room to play.
Fucking hell.
My hands were everywhere in seconds—under her coat, sliding up her sides, fingering the edge of her top. With one clean move, I tugged it down to her waist, baring her small, perky tits to the cold.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I murmured, thumbing her nipples into hard points.
“Me or my tits?”
“Do I have to pick?”
I leaned down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, and then the other. Her hips rolled against mine, and I let out a low groan when I found her wet and wanting beneath her skirt.
She gasped, a sharp, broken sound.
“You have to be quiet, kitten.” I teased her weeping cunt, swirling two of my fingers through her slit. “You don’t want anybody to see, do you?”
Her breath hitched when I pushed my finger inside her, curling it just right, hitting the spot I knew drove her insane.
“You don’t want them to know how wet this pussy is for me.”
She shivered when I added a second finger.
God, I hadn’t touched her in months, but my body hadn’t forgotten a damn thing. She was tight and trembling. I wanted to stay here, just like this, with her pussy gripping my fingerslike a vice and her teeth sunk into my shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her throat. “You feel goddamn perfect.”
She didn’t answer, not with words at least. She just rolled her hips against my hand, chasing more. Little did she know, I would lay down my heart to give her everything. I watched her face, how it crumpled with pleasure, her lashes fluttering, lips parted and breathy. It hit me hard how much I’d missed this. Missed her. Not just the way her body responded to mine, not just the way she said my name when she came, butthis.
The vulnerability, the surrender.
It was a rare gift—especially from a formidable woman like Dani Bernal—one that needed to be cherished.
My cock throbbed, still pressed against her core, hard as stone. Every muscle in my body was strung tight, but I didn’t rush this. I wanted to watch her come apart first.I needed it.
Her hands grabbed at me—hoodie, shirt, anything she could hold on to—as she writhed against my hand.
“That’s it,” I whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. I thrust a third finger inside her channel, stretching her wide. “Ride my fingers, kitten. Take what you need.”
She cried out as she came, and this time, I couldn’t bring myself to care if someone heard us. Not when she was creaming my fingers, drenching me with her cum.
When she finally finished convulsing around me, I pulled my fingers free from her pussy, dragged them up her body, and painted her neck with her release.
She tipped her head back in offering, and I took it, my tongue following the slick path I’d left, up her neck, across her jaw, tasting every drop until finally, I claimed her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, our tongues dueling for control. It was dirty and delicious, the best goddamn meal I had ever tasted.
My body lurched when she reached a hand between us to palm my cock. “Jesus, Dani—”
“Please,” she cried.
“Please what?”
