Dark. Starving. Holding back something that’s starting to cost him.
His fingers slide into my hair, slow at first, then firmer, settling at the back of my head as if anchoring himself there, holding on to the last thread of control.
“You don’t know how much I long for you every day,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, pulled from somewhere deep.
His mouth brushes my jaw, barely there, and it still hits everywhere at once, my stomach dropping, breath catching as his hand presses between my shoulders, keeping me close, while the other tightens just enough in my hair to tilt my head.
I let him.
I don’t even think about it.
Work Songstarts playing, the sound wrapping around us, thick and slow, but it fades beneath the rush in my ears.
“This song…” His lips hover over mine, not touching, just close enough to make me ache. His breath is uneven against my mouth. “Always makes me think of you.”
I don’t get to respond.
He kisses me.
It’s not careful. His mouth finds mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs, and my hands fist into his shirt before I even realize it, like I’ve been waiting for this and finally stopped holding back. He pulls me closer, closer than possible and still not enough, and I feel it everywhere, the heat, the tension, the way his body finally gives in.
A rough exhale leaves him against my mouth, the kiss hitting him just as hard, and he deepens it immediately, unable to hold it back.
I gasp into him, and he takes it, his grip tightening in my hair for a second before he forces himself to ease it, control slipping and then snapping back into place.
For me.
His mouth trails down my neck, slower now, but his breathing isn’t even, and when he reaches my ear, his voice turns rough as he sings the chorus, the sound vibrating straight through me.
I melt.
Fingers slip under my top, brushing bare skin, and my body reacts instantly, arching into him without thought, chasing the contact.
One touch.
And I’m gone.
“Dex,” I whisper, but it comes out like a plea.
“Hmm,” he hums, distracted, already moving along my collarbone, his hand flexing at my waist, holding himself in check.
“Dex…” I try again, softer this time, unsteady.
He stills.
My voice reached him.
His forehead presses to mine, both of us breathing too fast now, his hand still tangled in my hair, grip tightening briefly before easing again.
“You want to stop?” he asks, searching my face, his eyes dark, barely holding control.
I shake my head quickly, holding onto him tighter. “No.” My voice is breathless. “I… I trust you.”
Everything quiets.
Not the room. Him.
His grip tightens for a second, a deeper emotion catching in his expression before he exhales slowly, steadying himself.
