I want to hear her say my name.
I want to see her smile right before she comes.
“I think I might hate you more than I did twenty minutes ago.” She moves her hips, the new angle letting my fingers get deeper inside her. She’s not shy about the pleasure she’s craving, the hint of franticness in the way she works up then down, using me. The hook of a smile. A low hum when I hit the right spot. “How are you so good at this?”
“I’m good at everything.” My thumb presses against her clit again. “But I’m even better with you. I’ve spent years trying to figure you out, and now that I have, I want you to look at me when you come, Quincy.”
Her eyes lock on mine. The light from the lamp on her bedside table makes her look like she’s glowing. Hues of gold stretch across her body, and she’s an angel from another realm. Her breathing quickens. Her grasp on me slackens.
“I’m going to—”
“Good,” I tell her. “Keep your eyes on me, and let me taste.”
My tongue is back on her, and this is how I want to die. I’ve done everything I need to do in life, and I’d go willingly. It doesn’t take long for her to let me know she’s close. There’s apleaseand anI’m almost there. A few swipes of my tongue, a fracturedSebastianI’m going to hear for the rest of my days. Another push of my fingers, and she’s falling apart.
Quincy lets out a strangled groan, and I slow, taking my time to pull my fingers out of her as her orgasm subsides. I kiss her hip, her knee. The spot below her belly button that’s sticky with sweat. I work my way up her body, kissing every inch I can find until I reach her mouth. I trace her lips with the fingers that were inside her, matching her smile when her eyelashes flutter open.
“Quincy.” I brush a piece of hair away from her face and gently bite her neck. I can’t get enough of her. “You’re goddamn beautiful.”
“That was …” A sated sigh. Happiness in her exhale, and she leans forward to drape an arm around my neck. “Good.”
“That’s all I get?” I trace her ribs, counting each one. She’s so warm and soft. “That was better than good.”
“Maybe. I’ll never tell.” She reaches for my jeans, toying with the waistband of my briefs. The feel of her hand on my bare skin is distracting. Her sultry grin could make an empire fall. “When do I get to look at you?”
“Do you want to look at me?”
“Yeah.” Her hand dips lower. Fingers brush against the head of my cock, a jolt of pleasure racing through me. “I do.”
I scoot off her and sit up on my knees. Quincy moves with me, legs crossed in front of her and a trail of pink marks across her stomach.
“Take them off.” I bring her hand to the button on my jeans. “Take me out and touch me. You can look all you want.”
I lied to Sebastian to preserve the last of my dignity.
That was so much better thangood.
It was mind-blowing. The best I’ve ever had, and I’m afraid no one will ever be able to top it.
Color sparks behind my eyes. There’s crackling in the center of my chest. My legs squeeze together when I help him work off his pants. My nipples harden when I get to his briefs, drawing the dark material down his muscular thighs until we’re both naked and staring at each other.
And … I feel it.
The shift between us. The line we’ve crossed and can’t come back from is a visceral, real thing, but I don’twantto come back from it.
We’re here together, in a place I never thought I’d be, and I … I don’t want to leave.
It’s not just because of the orgasm.
There’s something more there, filling the space between us. It’s the whisper ofthink of how good it would be. The shadow ofno one’s made you feel like this before, but he does. And, perhaps the loudest, worst one. Buried under the bickering and sarcastic jabs said in jest. Hidden behind the years of academia and one-upping each other.
It reveals itself when he puts a hand on my leg. When he strokes his thumb over my knee, featherlight. Gentle and soft. A collision course we’re on, an inevitability I can’t stop. That I don’twantto stop.
Maybe it was always supposed to be him, no matter how hard I tried to fight it.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. It must be his new favorite word.
“What?” I touch my hair. I move to my cheek where my lipstick is probably smudged. “Did I—”
