Page 194 of A Taste of Vanilla

And the fear of that sends a thrill through me so sharp that I might come from the thought alone.

She shifts, and my head drops to her shoulder as pleasure climbs my spine.

“Warren?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too loud again.”

“I know, baby.”

Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling until I lift my head.

Her eyes hold mine. “I don’t want careful right now.”

The words cut through me.

“Halston.”

“No.” She shakes her head once. “I don’t want the version of you who stops every feeling at the door. I want you.”

“I’m here.”

“Not all of you.”

She reaches up and touches my mouth with her thumb. “I don’t have all of it yet.”

The sentence does something I can’t place. Something low and animalistic. Something I could never put on one of my lists.

I catch her wrist and bring her thumb to my mouth, and her eyes widen. I suck it once, tasting the salt from her skin. Her thighs tighten around my hips, and her pussy clamps down on my cock.

I guide two of my fingers to her mouth. “Open.”

She does.Fuck.

I push my fingers past her lips slowly, watching her take them in. Watching her eyes go heavy as her tongue moves against me. She holds my gaze the whole time, and the sight of it breaks me.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” I ask.

Her answer is muffled around my fingers.

I press down lightly on her tongue.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”

She moans around my fingers. Around me. I move my hips once, and her eyes flutter as she cries out.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “Let me hear how bad you want me.”

I pull my fingers from her mouth and use the same hand to touch her between us.

She gasps loudly, panting.

“Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” I roll my hips into her, slow and deep, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Give me more, beautiful.”

She does.

A broken sound, and then my name.