Tessa whimpers as I sink lower, sliding down her slick center. I sit forward, leaning over her so my weight is braced against the passenger door. A guttural sound escapes my throat as I skate back up her middle.
"There's no turning it off," I say. "Only giving in. Only satisfying it long enough for it to come roaring back. Over and over."
I push both fingers into her, my breath floating past her ear, and her head drops back as she white knuckles the vinyl. "Like I'll never have enough."
I move my fingers, pulling them out, then pressing them back in. Tessa's breathing kicks up as I slide in and out, her hips shifting to meet my pace.
"Jo's gone," she blurts suddenly, her hand flying to the back of my neck.
I pull back slightly, my pulse instantly faster, my fingers still inside her.
"She went to our sister's house. She left me her key so we could use her apartment."
My throat moves up and down—with curiosity and temptation.
"To talk or…" Her body shivers against mine, hips swirling, her pussy desperate for movement. "Or whatever we want."
My eyes flick back and forth between hers. "What are you saying here, Tess?"
She swallows hard, her hand moving between us. It gets lost as she buries it beneath both of my waistbands, my cock aching for her before she even makes contact.
"I know we said we'd go slow," she says, gripping me tightly—perfectly. I let out a groan I didn't even attempt to hold back. "That we'd wait until after we told Ruthie."
"Tess," I say, hanging my head between my arms, panting as she strokes me slowly. "Who are we kidding? We could never go back to how things were, regardless of what happens.”
She stills, her lips parting.
I shake my head, sitting back so she's no longer holding me—so I can actually think. So I can decide if after everything she's confessed to me, if saying this is selfish or just… the truth.
"There's no version of us that exists after this where we aren't together," I finally admit. "Not as my nanny or my friend—not as anything but mine. And if by some chance Ruthie isn't supportive like I think—like Iknow—she will be…"
She gasps quietly, and I brush her cheek with my knuckles.
"Then we sit in that darkness."
She nods, her gaze steady. "Together."
"Yeah," I say. I press my lips to hers. "Together."
"Guest room," Tess breathes, her back pinned against the door.
We've barely made it into Jo's apartment, but neither of us can wait any longer. It feels like these last few weeks have been nothing but foreplay, and seeing Tess's vulnerability today just made me want her even more.
I nod against her, reaching underneath her thighs to pick her up and carry her there.
Tess squeals when I take her in my arms, throwing hers around my neck and kissing me hard. I stop somewhere between a couch and a hallway, savoring the kiss before admitting I'm lost.
"I have no idea where the guest room is," I say, my eyes wandering Jo's apartment.
Tess laughs and drops both feet to the floor. She takes my hand and pulls me toward an open door on the right.
We step inside a standard guest room—queen size bed, neutral bedding. There are no pictures on the walls, which tells me Jo either doesn't care about decor or doesn't use it often. Either way, it doesn't matter much to me—I have all the art I could want standing right in front of me.
"I have to say, doing this in your sister's guest room feels so juvenile," I chuckle. "And yet so…"
"Us?" She smiles, turning to move toward the bed.
My eyes wander over her as she twists back around.More beautiful than ever.
