I know I can’t claim her yet.
Instead, I cup her cheeks, and I watch her watching me as we both ride out our orgasms—and it is phenomenal.
“Are you always this intense?” She asks several moments later.
We’re both a bit breathless, and I appreciate she’s trying to lighten the situation.
Trying to tease me, but not quite pulling it off.
A low chuckle slips out of me.
“Only when it matters.”
Her eyes widen just a fraction.
“Dangerous answer.”
“Honest one.”
I brush my knuckles along her arm, watching the way she reacts, the way her body answers before her mind can catch up.
“Tell me if I went too far,” I add, softer now.
Her head shakes immediately.
“No,” she breathes. “You were perfect.”
Yeah. That does something to me.
Something deep.
Hadley chose this tonight, and I’m going to make damn sure she never regrets that.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
She does.
And I hold her there with my gaze.
“Good,” I say, quieter now. “I want you to stay tonight. Right here with me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
A moment passes. Then two.
And just when I think maybe I asked for too much, she answers.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Just like that, I feel my cock start to harden again, and I know the second she feels it too because her eyes go wide, pupils blown.
“But that’s not possible,” she whispers.
“With you it is. Want you, Cookie. I always want you,” I confess.
My hand slides to her hip again, steady, grounding, while the other traces up her back, slow and reverent.
