The red light bathes her reflection—she’s flushed, pupils blown wide, lips kissed raw. Her breath catches when her eyes meet mine.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her ear, my voice rough as my fingers sink into her again. “Look how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”
She presses her hips back into me and I let out a sound I didn’t know I could make. My hand tightens on her waist, the final thread of my restraint barely holding together.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I groan. “You keep doing that, and I won’t hold back anymore. I’ll take you right here—just likethis.”
Her breath catches but she does it again, grinding against me.
“That what you want?” I grit out, teeth scraping against her neck. “You want me to fuck you like this? Bent over the bathroom sink where anyone could walk in?”
I thrust my fingers harder, faster, my grip on her hip firm enough to keep her pinned exactly where I want her.
“Yes,” she breathes in a broken cry I feel all the way down my spine. She grinds against my hand and I’m so hard, my vision almost blacks out.
“Fuck—you’re so tight,” I rasp, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “You’re going to ruin me.”
She arches into me, shuddering and whimpering as she clutches the sink for balance. Her body tightens around me, her cries swallowed by my palm as I cover her mouth. She falls apart in my arms, breaths tattered, completely wrecked.
I hold her through it, grounding her with a kiss on her temple, her jaw, then the back of her neck. But it’s not enough for me. I grab her face, turning her head so I can press my lips to hers—slow and tender, it feels almost like a confession.
But it’s not enough for her, either.
She presses her hips into me again, greedily seeking more, and a ragged sound tears out of me.
“You’re killing me.”
She turns in my arms, eyes dazed and so fucking beautiful. Then she slides her hand down my torso, palming me through my jeans.
A curse tears from my throat, and now I’m the one gripping onto the sink.
“Sadie—” I rasp, but she doesn’t stop, fingers fumbling with my belt.
For one reckless heartbeat, I almost give in and let go completely. My chest heaves and I’m throbbing to the point where it’s borderline unbearable.
But then I remember where we are, what this is, and I grab her wrist, forcing her to stop—because if I don’t, I would cross every boundary with her that I can’t take back.
“Don’t.”It comes out harsher than I intended.
I trace soft circles into her skin, hoping it somehow shows her how difficult it is for me to stop her right now.
“I want to,” she whispers.
Goddammit. I want her to, too.
I want it more than I want air. I’ve been fantasizing about her on her knees for me. All the ways I could have her.
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
Not like this.
I bring her knuckles to my lips, kissing them softly. “I’m good.”
It’s a lie, and she knows it. Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge that is increasingly impossible to ignore.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asks softly. “Let me take care of you.”
I shake my head, forcing a smile. “It’s okay.”It’s not.
