The slit offers no resistance as I shove it higher, the fabric giving way under my grip.
Her lace thong’s next, ripped off and flung aside like it dared to get in my way.
She’s bare now. Open. Pressed to the glass, trembling and wet, looking at me like she might come undone if I so much as breathe on her.
I drop to my knees.
Taste her.
Lick her slow and deep, groaning against her when she cries out, thighs tensing around my shoulders.
I tug her closer, arms locked around her hips, mouth greedily sucking her clit.
She’s slick, swollen, soaked in everything we’ve built this summer.
And when she moans my name, raw and helpless, I lose it.
Getting to my feet, my mouth is wet with her unmistakable arousal, heart thundering like I’ve run a goddamn marathon.
Cami’s chest rises and falls in shallow, desperate breaths, her hands gripping my shoulders like she’ll fall if she lets go.
“Turn around,” I growl, wanting to take her hard and fast from behind, but she shakes her head.
“No. I want to see you.”
Fuck. Fisting my tux pants, I shove them down, kick them to the side, and grip her thighs, hitching her legs around my waist as I press her higher against the glass.
Her back arches, slick pussy dragging along the length of my hard cock, and we both groan loud and unfiltered.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I rasp, lining myself up. “Ached when I thought I’d never see you again. Never hold you again.”
“I’m right here.” Her fingers weave into my hair, pulling me down until our foreheads touch. “Take me.”
I thrust in deep, all at once, and her moan echoes through the apartment.
Nails dig into my skin. Her mouth finds mine, messy, wild, starving.
She clings to me, taking me to the hilt, grinding hard as I fuck her, rain pounding the glass, matching every thrust with a crash of its own.
Our breaths fog the pane.
My name spills from her lips, again and again, broken and beautiful.
“Harder,” she begs, need spilling into every syllable. “Don’t stop. Please, Knox, don’t stop.”
I grip her ass, slamming her into me with every stroke, chasing the edge I’ve been dying to reach since the moment I saw her again.
Tightening around me, her body locks up, and then she breaks, moaning into my mouth as she falls apart in my arms.
I follow, seconds later, hips jerking as I spill inside her, lost in the only woman who’s ever felt like peace.
Cami.
Foreheads resting together, our breaths are tangled, the rain now a whisper against the glass.
She stays curled around me, heart racing against mine like it doesn’t know what comes next.
I don’t move. I don’t speak. I just hold her because letting go might kill me.
