Page 120 of Freefall

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Keep breathing for me.”

When she tenses again, I drop to my knees, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before licking a line straight up to her clit.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I murmur. “Just a little more.”

I continue to lick her, and the more I do, the more she relaxes until my thumb is all the way inside her up to the second knuckle.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” I breathe, drawing it out before pushing back in. My cock swells painfully against the zipper of my pants at the thought of getting a turn, but she’s not ready for that. “I’m going to keep this here while you come on my tongue, okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I go back to work, sucking and lapping at her clit until her ass clenches around my finger and her pussy spasms against my lips. The sounds she makes, coupled with the scent of her arousal, are so fucking hot, I almost come in my pants.

Somehow, I keep it together, but I don’t give her time to recover. The second her orgasm subsides, my pants are around my ankles, and I’m pushing into her.

“Wait,” she says, and I freeze. “I want you to…” Her words trail off for a second before she turns her head. “I want you to fuck me there.”

God, I wish. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life than to feel her tight hole strangling my cock, but…

“Not tonight, baby.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Trust me, you’re gonna want proper lube for that.”

“It’s fine. I can take it,” she insists.

“I said no, Harper.”

She lets out a frustrated sigh.

“But…if you promise to be a good girl and not tease me in front of a roomful of people again, I’ll keep my thumb in your ass while I fuck you.”

With that, I thrust inside her, and it doesn’t take long for either of us to fall apart. She lets out a strangled cry as she tries to muffle the sound against her hand, and I shudder my release into her, only to watch it spill out onto her thighs a moment later.

We collapse into a heap on the floor, and it takes me several minutes to remember we’re in Declan's closet, not a bedroom where we can fall asleep.

“Baby,” I whisper. “It’s time to go.”

A soft groan rumbles against my chest. “No, thank you. I live here now.”

I laugh. “I don't think Declan would appreciate us making his linen closet our own personal sex dungeon.”

She sighs dreamily. “He’ll survive.”

“Dani.”

She peeks up at me, one eye squinting. “Fine.”

I stand first, buttoning my pants before offering her my hand. Once she’s on her feet, I tug her tights back up and smooth the wrinkles on her dress.

She looks down at herself. “Well, I think it's safe to say this costume won’t be making another appearance.”

“It never stood a chance, Dani, and you know it.”

“You have a point.” She yawns. “Hey, Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” She searches my face, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “I mean, I think you know that, and I don’t need you to say it back or anything, but I wanted you to know. I’m still in love with you. I don’t think I ever really stopped, if I’m being honest, and I want to try.”

My throat goes completely dry, the air evaporating from my lungs. “Try?” I croak.