I press harder, keep my mouth on her, and don’t let up.
She whimpers through her teeth, hand clamped over her own mouth now as she comes, and that nearly does me in all by itself. Watching her try to stay quiet while she falls apart is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
Her body goes first.
A sharp shake. Then the whole of her comes undone in one long, rolling shudder that hits from her spine out, thighs locking, stomach tightening, a muffled moan trapped under her palm while she trembles hard enough to make me hold her steady through it.
There’s my gorgeous, filthy little Omega, coming apart on my tongue in an airplane bathroom and her whole body trusting me to take her there.
I stay with her all the way through it, easing her down slowly, not rushing her out of it, not taking my mouth off her sweet pussy until the shaking starts to ebb and her breathing turns ragged.
Then I kiss the inside of her thigh once, because I can’t help myself, and keep both hands on her while she comes back to me.
When I straighten up, she’s flushed from her cheeks down to her collarbones, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, lips swollen and parted. She looks nothing like the woman who sat beside me on the plane pretending she had this under control. Softer now. Wrecked in the prettiest fucking way. Open in a manner I know she doesn’t give away easily, and the fact that I’m the one getting it makes me fucking possessive of her.
“Come here,” I say, quieter now.
She slides off the counter and comes straight into my arms like it’s instinct. I catch her against me, one hand at the backof her neck, the other low on her spine, and hold her there for a second while she breathes into my throat and steadies herself with her palms on my chest.
I drag my hand up her back, her gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Extremely okay.”
That gets a grin out of me, but when she pulls back and glances up at me, the grin fades.
Because there it is again, that look in her eyes like she’s stopped playing defense and decided to let me see what I’m doing to her.
I want more of that than I should.
Her hands drop to my belt. I let her work at it, watching her face while she fumbles a little in her impatience, and when she glances up and catches me looking, she doesn’t shy away.
“I want you,” she says, direct as a blade. “Right now.”
Fuck.
My cock throbs hard enough to hurt.
“That makes two of us,” I admit, and then I’m kissing her again because I need her mouth busy if mine’s going to stay under control.
She makes this hungry little sound into the kiss that goes straight through me. No hesitation in it, just desire.
Her hand gets around my cock the second I’m free, and I suck in a hard breath through my nose. That gets her attention.
“Good,” she murmurs, stroking me once, slow and firm. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”
My head drops to her shoulder for half a second because Jesus Christ. “Adelaide,” I say, wrecked and warning all at once.
“Yes?” she answers, all false innocence.
I strengthen my grip on her hips. “You keep that up and I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget every smart thing you’ve said to me today.”
Her hand tightens just slightly over my cock, and I hiss deeper.
Instead of backing off, she strokes me again, slow enough to be deliberate, and says, “That doesn’t sound like much of a threat.”
Something dark loosens in my chest. I get my hands under her thighs and lift her straight back onto the counter. She lets out a breathy sound, half laugh, half gasp, and spreads for me without being told, legs opening around my hips as if she already knows exactly where this is going.
“Mouthy one second, opening up for me the next.”
