He tightens his hand on mine. “Then we use what we’ve got.”
I don’t know who moves first. Maybe we both do. We turn toward each other at the same time, the whole world narrowing to the half inch between us.
The clock has started.
Thirty-Six
Henry
I swoop Tabitha into my arms and carry her to the blankets on the floor by the hearth.
Our bed for the last two nights.
Our bed…
I’m still naked, and I get rid of her clothes in record time.
She grabs my face, yanks me down, and kisses me.
The kiss is not sweet and not patient. It’s a collision of teeth, breath, tongues. She shoves both hands into my hair and drags me closer.
We stumble down onto the blankets together, a tangle of knees and shins and elbows.
I roll and she rolls with me, ending up above me, hair falling around our faces like a curtain. We’re both breathing too hard already. I slide my hands up the length of her back. She arches into it, mouth open, breath hot on my cheek.
“Henry…” she says, sliding one hand over my hard dick.
She sits back for half a breath, flushed in the afternoon light, and the sight is like looking at a fallen angel.
“Come here,” I say.
She does.
The hard wood beneath the blanket bites my shoulder blades. I don’t remember when my hands got this greedy, but they’re everywhere—her shoulders, her ribs, her lower back, the nape of her neck.
She takes my wrist and drags my hand up, sets my palm flat over her heart like she’s proving something. It’s racing. Mine matches it, thudding hard against my chest.
“Feel that?” she whispers, eyes shining. “Make it louder.”
Everything in me answers yes. I flip us and the blankets go with us, sliding and snarling around our legs. The hearthstone is cool against my palm when I brace there for balance. She drags me down by the back of my neck and kisses me like it’s our first time.
My body knows how.
We don’t say the serious words. We don’t say any words bigger than names and please and yes. Mostly we make sound. Heavy breaths sucked in, moans, groans, and that one “fuck” she says when I thrust into her.
God, her pussy…
So tight. So perfect.
I drop my head to her shoulder and bite into her flesh, not gently.
She gasps and then groans.
Heat builds. She scrapes her nails over my back, my arms. It’s pleasure-pain at its finest, and I want more, more, more…
I plunge into her, again, again, again…
“So good…” she breathes.
