Page 154 of Reckless

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

He huffs a laugh, and it turns into a groan halfway through as I clench around him, and his hips stutter, just slightly, just enough to tell me he’s not as unaffected as he’s pretending to be. He drops his head to the curve of my neck, biting gently at the skin, and the sting of it sends a jolt straight through me.

“Ghost,” I gasp again, different this time, a warning.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, echoing himself from earlier, but his voice has lost some of its steadiness now, closer to the edge than he wants to admit.

His thumb finds my clit, and the first slow circle sends a jolt straight through me, pulling a gasp from somewhere deep in my chest. I feel it everywhere, in my thighs, my stomach, and the roots of my hair, my entire body pulling taut like a wire drawn too tight.

“Fuck, Ghost!” His name comes out wrecked, barely a word at all.

He keeps his rhythm slow, watching my face like he’s reading something written there just for him, and I can’t hide any of it from him, not the way my breath catches, not the way my hips lift to meet his hand. My grip tightens around his fingers, nails pressing into his skin, and everything in me starts winding tighter, hotter, closer.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, low and rough against my ear. “Come for me, baby.”

The heat coils sharply and suddenly low in my belly, spreading fast, and my vision blurs at the edges. My entire body is drawing up around the feeling building inside me, and when it finally explodes, it’s like a rush, a wave of heat and light behind my eyes, his name tearing out of me broken and desperate. “Ethan!”

He watches every second of it, something close to reverence on his face, like he’s memorizing the exact shape of me falling apart beneath him. My pussy locks around him, and he groans like it’s been dragged out of him, too, his hips driving hard and full into me two, three more times before his body jerks, his muscles seizing, and he comes hard, burying his face against my throat, my name rough and low against my skin. “Jesus, Sage!”

His weight settles over me, both of us breathing hard, his heartbeat slamming against my chest right where mine is doing the same thing. And for a long moment, neither of us moves.

Eventually, he shifts, easing down beside me, and I curl into his shoulder, his heartbeat hammering beneath my ear before it slowly settles into something steadier. His hand stays splayed across my hip, like neither of us is ready to create so much as an inch of space.

The room is quiet for a while.

“So…” Ghost hums. “Guess we’re going to have to stop pretending we don’t like each other.” I feel his laugh before I hear it.

“That ship sailed.” I giggle.

“Probably around the time you started stalking my office.”

I tip my head back just enough to look at him. “Excuse me? I was conducting important charity business.”

“With beef jerky?”

“It was a strategic snack attack.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Mm…”

“Don’t ‘mm’ me!”

“Still a better option than introducing yourself.”

I gasp dramatically. “Wow. Post-sex and you’re attacking my social skills.”

“An accurate assessment isn’t an attack.”

I gawk and smack his chest. He catches my hand before I can pull it away, turning it over to press a kiss into my palm like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

My heart does something deeply inconvenient. “Show-off,” I mutter.

“You started it!”

“Did I?” He looks at me for a long second.

“Yeah.”

He grins. “Objection!”