“Touch me.”
His hands shake as he lifts them. They hover over my breasts for a moment—hesitating, uncertain—until I grab his wrists and place his palms flat against my chest.
We both inhale sharply.
His hands are warm. Rough. They span almost the entire width of my ribcage, fingers curling around my sides while his thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts.
“Is this—”
“More.”
He cups me properly then, thumbs dragging over my nipples. I arch into the touch, gasping, and he does it again—watching my face, learning what makes me react.
“Like that?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He lowers his head.
The first touch of his mouth on my breast makes my knees buckle. He catches me—one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up while his lips close around my nipple andsuck.
“Seth—”
He groans against my skin. The vibration shoots straight to my core. His tongue circles and flicks while his other hand palms my neglected breast, pinching and rolling until I’m writhing against him.
I need more. I need—
I reach between us and palm him through his pants.
He jerks like I’ve shocked him. Hips bucking forward, pushing himself harder into my hand. A broken sound tears out of his throat.
“Bed,” I manage. “Now.”
He walks me backward without breaking contact. My calves hit the mattress and I fall back, pulling him down with me. He catches himself on his forearms, hovering over me, and for a moment we just breathe.
His eyes trace my face. My bare chest. The way I’m spread beneath him.
“You’re sure?” he asks again.
I reach down and push at his pants. “Get these off.”
He scrambles to obey. Kicks the pants off somewhere onto the floor. When he settles back over me, there’s nothing between us but my shorts.
I feel him against my thigh. Hard and hot andbig—bigger than I expected—and my whole body clenches with want.
His hips roll once. Involuntary. The friction drags a moan out of both of us.
“I want to taste you,” he breathes. “Can I—please—”
“Yes.”
He slides down my body. Hooks his fingers in my shorts and pulls them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. I’m completely bare beneath him now, and he stares at me like he’s memorizing every inch.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Then he lowers his head between my thighs.
The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out. My hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, and he groans against me—the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body.
