“You,” I managed. “Just you?—”
“More specific, sunshine.”
I groaned. “I want—I want you to fill me up, I want you to?—”
“Yeah?” His rhythm deepened. “Want my baby?”
“Yes—”
“Say it again.”
“I want your baby.” Breathless, shameless, completely certain. “I want—want you to come inside me, I want to feel it, I want?—”
He made a sound low in his chest that I felt everywhere.
“You’re going to,” he said. “But not yet. Come for me first.”
His fingers pressed exactly right and I shattered again—harder this time, longer, my whole body arching back against him, his name coming out broken and quiet because even now some part of me remembered the bar twelve feet away.
He caught me. Both arms around me, holding me up while I came apart, still moving, still deep inside me, his mouth at my temple.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s my good girl.”
I could barely hold onto the sink.
“One more,” he said.
“Ican’t?—“
“Last one,” he said. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”
He meant it as a reward. The thought alone made me clench around him and he hissed through his teeth.
“Don’t do that,” he managed, “or I won’t last?—“
“Then don’t make me wait,” I said.
He laughed—short, surprised, genuine—and something about that laugh in this moment, in this bathroom, undid me completely.
“Nash.” I reached back and grabbed his hip, pulling him deeper. “Please. I want to feel you. Please.”
His control broke.
The pace changed—less deliberate, less careful, just him, finally, chasing it—and I watched his face in the mirror go from concentrated to completely undone and thoughtthere, that, I want that forever—
“Maggie—” Wrecked. Just my name.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, do it, fill me up, give me?—”
He buried himself as deep as he could get and came apart.
And I felt everything…and I loved it, and I wanted it, and I hoped and hoped and hoped it would take. Every pulse of his hot spend inside me, flooding me. His arms came around me,clutching him to me, and he breathed hard into my ear as I tried not to let my knees give out.
He stayed inside me like that until it got uncomfortable…then he tilted my head enough to kiss me, long and open and lazy. I felt the heat of him drip down my legs, more of it as he pulled out.
Every drop felt like a waste.
What I wanted had crystallized tonight into this perfect certainty.
