Page 44 of Dancing in the Dark

“I’ll never stop fighting for us.”

He shoves me back and buries his face between my legs, breathing hot air through the fabric of my sweatpants and warming me until I feel him inside me, then he inhales like I am the oxygen he needs to survive.

“I promise,” I whimper, drawing my feet to the very edge of the counter and dropping my knees wide. “I won’t stop.”

“Thank fuck.” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and tears them along my thighs, over the peaks of my knees, and down until they simply disappear, then he stops and studies his prize, the golden speckles in his eyes flaring and glittering like treasure finally exposed to the light.

He licks his lips and demands his place as the big bad wolf we both knew I would eventually surrender myself to.

“Charlie…”

He dives forward and buries his tongue deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I fist his hair and scream. I hold him close and explode with a violence that shatters my soul. The splash of my release hitting the tile floor should embarrass me, but the pleasure of his teeth on my clit and his muscular hands pinning my legs wide makes it impossible to feel anything but him. “Oh, God.” My lungs spasm and ache. My thighs tremble. My head throbs as I come down on the other side of my ecstasy. But then he slides his thick fingers inside and sets me off a second time.

“You’re so fuckin’ needy.” He pumps and growls, creating the soundtrack to everything we are. Everything we’ll ever be. “You’ve been holding out for me, haven’t you, Sera?” He bends again and drags his tongue from top to bottom. “How long?”

I use my feet and lift my hips, mindlessly chasing his touch, and whimpering with every surge of pleasure he draws from me.

“How long?” He scoops my left leg over his shoulder, stealing half of my foundation with nothing more than a hungry glare straight down the gap of my thighs. Determined, he grabs my right leg and does the same on the other side. And since I’m yet to answer his question, he straightens his back, lifting my hips off the counter, then he swings out and slaps my pussy with a stinging crack. “How long since you last came, Sera?”

“Last night.” Sobbing, I drive my head back against the counter and squeeze my eyes shut. “I touched myself and thought of you.”

“Mmm.” He dives in again and drags his tongue over my reddened clit. “I touch myself every fucking day and think of you.” He slips his thumb into my pussy and groans his approval. “How long since you came with another man?”

“I don’t…” I shake my head. Because I don’t know the answer? Because I don’t want to say it? “A long time,” I choke out. “Almost two years.”

“I knew you two years ago.” He works one-handed and unbuttons his shirt. One flick of his finger and thumb. Two. Three. He opens the fabric and reveals a chest littered with ink and a million stories.

I want to know them all.

“You went to bed with a man, even after meeting me, Seraphina?”

“Yes.” I crush the heels of my palms against my eyes until I see stars. “I needed to come, and I couldn’t do it with you.”

He stops pumping. Stops growling. He stops everything, and then he leans closer and drags my hands away from my face. Pinning me with those golden eyes, his lips, glossy and wet with my pleasure, curl into a taunting grin. “You went to bed with someone else and thought of me the whole time?”

Warmth floods my cheeks and sizzles all the way to my toes. My throat turns thick, making the passage of air damn near impossible. Instead of answering with words, I simply nod.

“Mmm.” He begins working my pussy again, expertly drawing me to the very tip of a mountain I’ve never been able to climb before. To the ledge where, if I step over, I’m not sure I’ll survive the free fall. “How was it?” He slips his pinky finger into my ass and groans at my body’s shameless response. “How was the guy?”

“Unsatisfying.” I grip the edges of my counter and hold on before my pleasure sends me toppling to the floor. “I wanted it to be you.”

“I’ve come every damn day for as long as I can remember. Just me and my hand,” he groans. “But I swear, I thought of you every fucking time.”

He pulls back and quickly shoves his zipper down. “I’m pretty sure I have condoms in my wallet, but they’re old.” He slaps my thigh and surprises my eyes wide. “Please, for the love of Christ, tell me you have some?”

“I’m on the pill.” I surge up tall and study his purpling cock. So thick. So full of promises. “Goddddd.” I lick my lips and consider sinking to my knees for him. Just one taste. One time. “I’ve been on the pill my entire adult life. I trust you.”

“Thank you.” He yanks me off the edge of the counter and down until my feet touch the sticky tile, then spinning me with a rough shove, he forces me forward with his hand on the back of my neck and drags the tip of his cock over my asshole. “I’ve dreamed of this.” He folds over me, too, his belly pressed to my back. His hot breath feathering against my neck. Prying my thighs apart, he drags his fingers through my folds and draws a wild cry from deep in my chest. “I’ve dreamed of you, Sera. I fabricated a million ridiculous reasons to come see you when you worked with the girls.” He lines his cock up and pauses.

Holds.

Breathes.

My heart pounds so out of control, I feel it in my throat. My body sizzles so hot, sweat beads between his skin and mine.

“Then you got a job at City Hall, and I lost all those excuses to see you each day.”