Of all the wasted years.
His words were a lightning strike to the heart. They were further proof that he’d been fighting this as long as I had, even if my silent pining went farther back than was appropriate.
I circled my hips, letting him slip in further. “Does that answer your question?”
“Fucking tease,” he said, gripping my waist and bucking his hips up.
The sensation took my breath away. I leaned over and dug my fingers into his shoulders as he worked me down his length. “Holy shit,” I gasped.
“Almost there,” he whispered, moving slowly. And then I felt his legs beneath me, felt how full I was, and I knew I’d taken every inch. “Good fucking girl,” he praised. “Taking all of me like the perfect little slut you are.”
I really shouldn’t like that as much as I did, but it was like a dopamine hit straight to the brain. Each time he said it, my body reacted like I’d just won the lottery.
We worked in tandem, each of us lost to the other’s pleasure. I loved watching his lips part with each ragged exhale, and his pupils dilated until almost all the green was gone. He was just as lost to this sensation as I was, and I never wanted it to end.
Sweat slicked our bodies as we moved. Bishop pounded up into me, pistoning his hips in the most deliciously brutal way that had my head falling back and stars dancing across the back of my eyelids.
“I’m so close,” he groaned. “Your pussy is too good, too”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“good.”
I felt his hand drop between us, and at the slightest brush against my clit, I was gone. I detonated, clawing at his body as he rode me through my orgasm. He followed me over the edgeas I collapsed against his chest. We were a mess, but I didn’t care.
Bishop wrapped my hair gently around his fist and tugged my head back. And then he leaned in and kissed the crook of my neck, moving along my collarbone.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered, lingering against my skin for a moment, eyes closed as he sucked in a deep breath. I chalked it up to my emotions being all over the place after an earth-shattering climax, but there was something so tender about the way he looked that my chest ached.
“I think you’re kind of beautiful,” I admitted, leaning in to kiss him.
It should’ve felt weird, even though we’d just done a lot more. There was something about kissing in the heat of passion that looked different when the dust settled after a storm. I worried he’d pull away or push me off, but he only drew me closer.
“Did I fuck you stupid?” he asked, pulling back with concern. “Are you concussed in any way? Seeing double, perhaps?”
“What? No! I’m serious.”
He shook his head. “Killer, we need to get your eyes checked. Something isn’t right.”
I wound my arms around his neck. “I’ve got twenty-twenty vision, baby. I see just fine.”
Bishop blinked in surprise before his eyes softened. “Say that again.”
“That I’ve got twenty-twenty vision?”
“Not that. The other thing.”
I scrunched my nose, trying to figure out what he was talking about when it hit me. “Baby?”
He nodded. “That’s the one. Repeat it, killer.”
I held my hand up. “Wait, why do you get something cute, and I get that?”
Bishop smoothed the hair away from my face, tucking anerrant strand behind my ear. “Because that’s just how it works. I said it, and it stuck.” He shrugged. “It’s not my fault you’re all ragey. I’d rather fist-fight a grizzly bear than you.”
“A grizzly, huh? Wow. I didn’t realize I was so scary,” I said, flattening my hand against my chest. “Well, I guess you’re forgiven, then.”
“You’re not gonna say it again, are you?”
I snuggled into his chest, contentedly listening to the steady beat of his pulse. “Not yet, Bish. Not yet.”
I wanted to say it, desperately so, but there were things we needed to talk about, things I needed clarification on before I could fully cross the line with him. For all my reckless and impulsive behavior, Bishop was the overthinker, and whatever happened between us just now would play repeatedly on his mind. It wouldn’t surprise me if I woke up in the morning and he was gone, leaving nothing more than an ache between my legs as a memory.
