“I’m close,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
My fingers curled tighter into the edge of the counter as I thrust harder into her palm. This whole time her eyes never left mine. Her gaze so intently focused on me, created a stirring of a different kind behindmy ribs.
But I couldn’t think about that. Not when that familiar tightening in my balls registered.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I barely recognized my strained voice.
This woman was turning me inside out without even trying. Breaking eye contact, I lowered my gaze to her breasts. My mouth watered, tongue tingling with a desperate need to taste.
To suck on her perfectly pink nipples until she begged for more.
As if reading my thoughts, her hand came up to cover her breast. She worked in a slow circle before sliding her index and middle fingers over the hard tip.
“Fuck, baby.” My movements were choppy and off-rhythm now. “Pinch it.”
She did, and holy hell, the moan that escaped her was the push I needed. I came with a loud fucking roar, shooting my release over her stomach.
I dropped my head to her shoulder, my breaths coming hard and fast. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm.” She slipped her free hand into my hair. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the brush of her fingers against my scalp. It was gentle and oddly intimate. Two things I never indulged in.
The women who’d shared my bed in the past could testify to that. I didn’t do pillow talk, and I didn’t cuddle. But there, in the tiny bathroom with Kate, all I wanted do was bury my face in the crook of her neck and hold her.
The urge was so overwhelming, I had to take a step away from her.
Thankfully, she didn’t notice. She was too busy staring at her middle.
“I’d say sorry,” I said. Her head snapped up. I shrugged. “But I’m not.”
I hadn’t put too much distance between us, so it was easy to drag my fingers through the mess. Moving my hand up, I smeared the stickiness first over one breast then did the same to the other.
“Perfect,” I whispered once I was done.
And it was. Seeing her flawless skin covered like that was the epitome of perfection. Although one glimpse at her bewildered expression had me fearing that maybe I’d gone too far.
I was about to ask when music filtered through the door.
She sobered. “Millie’s awake.” Her eyes widened, and she frantically searched the bathroom floor, for what I didn’t know. “I really need to get out there. She’ll come looking for me and that girl does not knock.”
Lifting my clean hand, I slipped my fingers around the side of her throat. With my thumb tucked under her chin, I guided her gaze to meet mine. “You can’t go out like this. Clean up first. I’ll keep Millie company.”
“But—”
I slid my thumb over her chin and held it against her lips. “Not the time to argue. Now be a good girl and get that delectable fucking ass in the shower.”
Something utterly delicious sparked in those hazel irises. “Fine,” she said, already moving. “But don’t mistake this for obedience and definitely don’t expect me to start calling youdaddy.”
I moved fast. Grabbing her face, I crashed my mouth to hers. My tongue thrust between her lips, teasing, tasting, claiming. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was just as intense as all the others.
And by the time I drew back, we both breathed hard.
“Why don’t you call me yours,” I murmured. “And I’ll call you mine.”
The words rolled off my tongue without thought or permission. It freaked me the fuck out. Because I wanted that. I wanted her to be mine. Just fucking mine. But I didn’t think she was ready to hear it.
Which was why I quickly added, “Since we’re playing pretend and all.”
Would’ve been better if I hadn’t said a damn thing. Her expression went from stunned to hurt to indifference in the blink of an eye.
