Page 81 of Brighter Together

Tommy kisses my neck.

My head falls back against his shoulder.

“That good?”

“Do that again.”

He does.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

My hips shift against his hand.

He adjusts his touch immediately.

My breath comes faster.

The city in front of me blurs into lights.

“More.”

Two of his fingers slide inside me.

I gasp.

Tommy’s arm tightens around my middle, keeping me steady as my legs threaten to become entirely decorative.

His mouth moves back to that spot beneath my ear.

The bastard has clearly discovered it works.

“Tommy.”

“Too much?”

“No. Don’t you dare stop.”

His quiet laugh vibrates against my skin.

Then his fingers move harder.

Faster.

My hips rock against his hand without any conscious decision from me.

I’m still staring out over Manchester, although I couldn’t describe a single thing about the view anymore.

My entire world has narrowed to his body behind mine.

His breath against my neck.

His hand inside my trousers.

The hard press of his cock against my arse.

And the terrifying possibility that somebody might open that stairwell door at any second.