Her breath catches as my mouth finds the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. I feel the shiver move through her, and it travels straight into my bloodstream, lighting me the fuck up.
“I hate seeing you like this,” she whispers, pulling back to look up at me with those beautiful eyes.
“I know.”
I need her closer. I need to feel her, all of her. In one smooth motion, I lift her. She lets out a soft, startled laugh that dissolves into a shaky breath when I set her down on the edge of the wide bathroom sink. I step between her thighs, and she pulls me closer with her legs, wrapping them around my waist.
Her eyes meet mine, and I nearly fall to my knees. She looks at me like I’ve never been looked at before. And while part of me doesn’t feel like I deserve her...the other part desperately reaches for her, terrified of losing this. Of finding myself back in the dark, stabbing the fuck out of my veins to chase a high that was slowly killing me.
“I can’t lose him.” My forehead rests against hers as I breathe her in. “I’m terrified,” I admit, the words barely audible.
Her thumbs trace the line of my jaw. “Me, too,” she whispers back. “Let me take away some of what you’re holding. Please.”
I stare at her for a moment, my gaze bouncing between her eyes. “Emma’s sleeping—”
“I don’t care,” she says quickly. “I need this, too.”
I sigh, my hand grabbing the back of her head to pull her into another searing kiss. My hands find the hem of her sleep shirt and pull it up and over her head in one swift motion. She helps, arms rising, and then she’s bare from the waist up, her breastsperfect and full in the dim light. My own shirt follows as I toss it aside. The feel of her skin against mine, from chest to stomach, is a fucking electric shock.
I fumble with my sweatpants, shoving them and my boxers down just enough. Her sleep shorts and panties are suddenly something I want to rip off of her. I hook my fingers in the waistband, and she lifts her hips, helping me strip them away. They fall to the floor.
Now there is nothing.
Just her, spread open before me on the cool sink. And I can feel the heat and slickness as I press myself against her pussy. Her head falls back, fingers digging into my arms.
“Micah,” she breathes.
I push inside.
Oh, fuck.
A choked cry falls from her lips, and my hand flies up, covering her mouth.
“Shhh, blondie,” I whisper. Her eyes roll back for a second before they lock onto mine again.
I hold there, buried to the hilt, feeling her body accommodate me since we skipped foreplay. Then I move with deep, rolling thrusts, each one pulling a low moan from behind my hand. I watch her face, every flicker of sensation. Her nails drag lightly down my back, holding onto me. I shift the angle slightly, grinding against her on each inward stroke.
Her eyes suddenly widen, and a broken, muffled scream vibrates against my palm.There.I do it again, and again, finding that sweet spot. Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, demanding more. Her hips rise to meet every thrust, and the pleasure builds.
I can see my girl is close because of the flush spreading across her chest, her eyelids fluttering, and the desperate little sounds she’s making against my hand.
“Come for me, Heather,” I growl, my own control fraying. "Please, baby."
As if my voice was the final straw, her body seizes, clenching around me. Her back arches beautifully off the sink, and her cry is completely muffled by my hand.
“There you go,” I mutter, my other hand tightening on her hip as my release slams into me. I bite my lip to barely suppress a groan. I press my forehead against her shoulder as I spill myself inside her.
She kisses me sweetly, keeping me from pulling out. “You can use me to forget any time, you know.”
I press my lips to her bare shoulder, glancing at her beautiful back in the mirror behind her. “Same goes for you.”
Heather cups my face, studying me. “We’re going to be okay, Micah.”
I nod, pulling her body closer. For a few suspended minutes, I’m not losing my best friend across the world. I’m here with this incredible woman. Falling more and more for her in ways that both exhilarate and terrify me.
Chapter nineteen
EMMA EASTON
