“Yes,” I said, raising my hand to rub her nipples peaking through her shirt. “You absolutely are.”
She moaned as I tweaked it, but I didn’t rush her to rid herself of the shirt. I’d let her decide that. Then she leaned closer, close enough that her breath brushed my mouth, her hair falling forward as she moved. Moving to my ear, she nipped my lobe,and my hips rose seeking her. My dick pulsed around nothing as a tortured sound left my throat.
“That it?” she teased. “Or are you holding back?”
I met her gaze, heat coiled tight in my chest. “I’m barely hanging on,” I admitted. “And you know it.”
Satisfaction practically made her glow as she bit down on her bottom lip. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head.
I forgot how to breathe.
She looked like every fucking wet dream I’d ever had hovering above me with defiance bright and aimed at me. The white satin bralette curved against her skin, stark and impossibly delicate against the power she carried so naturally. When she reached behind her back and let it fall away, revealing taut rosy nipples that I wanted in my mouth, something inside me snapped, and I pulled her down, rocking up into her.
“I said sit, Teddy. Make me come in my pants. I fucking need it.”
Her hum sounded more like a moan as she listened and swiveled her hips. I met every movement, every nerve ending on fire as we moved together—rough, grinding, relentless. The friction was maddening, the kind that built and built until my hands were shaking with it.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed as pre-cum leaked. I was so fucking close. My jaw clenched as her nails dug into my chest and her head tipped back on a raspy moan.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered to the ceiling.
The pressure built too fast after that, too much to outrun, my grip locking down on her. My breath fractured, a broken sound tearing out of me as my head fell back against the mattress, every muscle in my body going taut all at once.
“Fuck—Teddy—”
It was all heat and friction and the way she stayed right there, unrelenting, until I tipped over completely. It ripped through me, white-hot and dizzying, leaving me wrecked and shaking beneath her, chest heaving like I’d just come up from deep water.
When I finally dragged myself back into my body, she was still there, breaths uneven, cheeks flushed dark, eyes blown wide like she’d been right on the edge with me.
I blinked up at her, still catching my breath. Her dazed smile turned shy, heat still lingering in her face. She shifted just enough for me to feel the aftershocks running through her too as she shivered.
“Told you this bed was the best.” She laughed as she collapsed on top of me.
“It wasn’t the bed. That was all you, sunshine.”
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t care about the state of my boxers. I just wanted to stay here, like this, with her. My arms wrapped around her, keeping her close, and I swear our heartbeats fell into rhythm.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it wasn’t enough when she pulled back and said she was going to shower.
I thought about following, but gave her some space. Probably good for my head, too, since I hadn’t factored in how easy it would be to be with her, to want her so much.
I stayed where I was as my mind raced, but my heart kept the same familiar beat.
31
Teddy
The room was still dark, the hour suspended, and I knew my body clock would drag me awake at five, as usual, whether I wanted it to or not.
I lay there anyway, weighing the pull to stay against the instinct to get up. This was unfamiliar territory for me—this in-between space where nothing demanded immediate action. It was a Friday, which meant I needed to be at the stadium within the hour. And today was the Knights’ first game. But the awareness of him there, and the fact that once I moved, the moment would be gone, made me stay.
I didn’t want this to disappear, to change, to become complicated. I liked that it was as easy as inviting him up here last night. I might’ve rambled my way through it, but last night was fun. The most fun I’ve had with a guy in… well, ever.
Connor shifted slightly, his nose brushing my hair, an exhale following, closer than before. “I know you’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, words meant just for me.
I smiled into the dark. “Do you?”
The rumble of him answering without words rippled through his front to my back. “Your breathing changed.” He said it so simply, as though it wasn’t a big deal that he was paying enough attention to notice when my breathing changed. “And you pushed your ass into my dick.”
