“Distracting you.” My hand splays over her belly. “Lift your head.” I nestle my other arm beneath her neck, holding her tightly. A thunderclap rattles the tent. She jolts, and I tug her back harder against me.
Now it’smyheart that pummels my chest,mybreath that stutters.
Lightning illuminates the tent for a heartbeat, and Skies damn me if she still doesn’t look like she belongs in my arms.
Like she belongs to me.
A panicked yelp bursts from her lips, followed by a muted sniffle.
My hand begins to move. Slowly inching higher as I count every rib. She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word.
She doesn’t whimper either.
I swallow hard, hand resting just below the curve of her breasts.
“Tell me to stop.” My voice is hoarse.
She doesn’t.
My hand skims higher, until I’m cupping her soft curves in my palm. She gasps, but not from fear this time.
“Tell meto stop, Mayah,” I beg, even as I squeeze gently, my harsh breaths fluttering through her loose hair.
She doesn’t. Low, needy moans fill the cramped air of the tent as she arches back harder into me. I skim my hand higher, over the bare skin of her neck, tracing her full, parted lips.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I’m painfully hard, and it’s a struggle to remain motionless, when all I want is to lay her on her back and finally claim her.
Soft, tentative touches back down over her chest. No sign that she wants me to do anything but keep going.
She’s so skiesdamnedsoft.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her leggings.
“Mayah.” Her name is a guttural groan, rumbled from deep within my chest. My hands tremble. “Mayah, tell me tostop.”
A keening whine is her response. When she grinds her ass against me, her answer is clear:don’t stop.
So I don’t.
We both moan together as my fingers swipe through slick heat.Skies, is this all for me?
I move my fingers, her body taut against me.
“Zev,” she whimpers sweetly, and I know she’s close.
Her breathing is ragged, her every soft moan driving me insane.
She’s nearly there, but she won’t fall over that edge.
And I can’t have that.
I work her faster, and I’m rewarded with a loud moan.
“Stop thinking, baby,” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe. “And come for me like a good girl.”
She careens over that precipice, shuddering in my arms.
