Page 158 of Before You Fell

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

He goes completely still. Those five words affect him.

“Say it again,” he says.

“You heard me.” My pulse stumbles.

His hand closes around my thigh, lifting it higher against his hip. Hard enough to make me gasp.

“I said say it again, Wills.”

I stare straight at him. “I want your fucking hard cock inside me. Is that clear enough?”

He pushes himself up off the bed. Shoves his sweats down his hips and his cock springs free.

My mouth goes dry.

He is beautiful. Infuriatingly, unfairly beautiful. All lean muscle and golden skin, tattoos running up his ribs and across his hip. His cock is thick and hard, leaking at the tip, big enough that my thighs instinctively clench, remembering the sensation and anticipating what it will feel like again.

He wraps one hand around his cock and strokes. His eyes never leave mine. There is no shame in the way he lets me look. Phoenix has never had a modest day in his life and he is not about to start now. His ego probably has its own dressing room, its own rider, and a dedicated parking space.

His mouth curls into that filthy smirk.

“Go ahead and stare, baby.” He strokes himself again, more slowly this time, his thumb dragging over the head. “Paid for the ticket, you might as well enjoy the show.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I breathe.

“Yeah.” His eyes drag down my body. “And you're lying there with your pussy wet for my cock so let’s not throw stones.”

He looks down at himself, then back up at me, that smirk still on his mouth.

“Fuck. Hang on.” He glances around. “Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this apartment, because I swear to God I will lose my mind if I have to stop right now.”

“Drawer,” I say, pointing at the nightstand.

He crosses the room, pulls it open, and finds one. He tears the packet with his teeth and comes back to the end of the bed and rolls it on with one hand. His cock is hard and thick in his grip, making absolutely sure I’m watching every second of it.

“You know,” he says, not caring that he's making my entire nervous system malfunction, “most people would consider it rude to stare.”

“Most people are not putting on a performance.”

His smile turns wicked. “Can’t help it, Wills.” He strokes himself once more through the condom. “I’m just naturally gifted.”

“Your ego is genuinely a medical condition.”

“Lucky for you,” he says, dropping one knee onto the bed, “every other part of me is in perfect working order.”

He climbs over me, one hand braced beside my shoulder, the other gripping his cock as he settles between my thighs. The head of him slides through me, dragging against my clit, and my whole body jerks hard.

“Shit,” I gasp.

Phoenix lowers his mouth to my throat. “Still sensitive?”

I nod.

“Good.” His teeth scrape lightly across my skin. “I want you to feel every fucking second this time.”

The storage room flashes behind my eyelids. His hands, rough and urgent, on my skin. My body opening for him as if it had been waiting. My heart, stupid enough to believe that the way he touched me meant something he was ready to keep. And then the cold after.