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And something in my buzzing little horny brain tells me to stop him. So, I do.
I reach my hand out, grabbing his wrist as he moves to open the drawer. He looks back at me, his eyes narrowed in confusion, still burning just as bright. I put one hand on the side of his face, shaking my head.
“I want you now.” I push forward, so he knows exactly how wet I am, how ready I am for him. “Just like this.”
“Piper,” he says, almost at a whimper, closing his eyes for a moment before meeting my gaze again through hooded eyes. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, I slide my hand to the back of his neck, crashing his lips into mine in a kiss I hope tells him exactly how sure I am.
It does the trick, apparently, because he’s shifting under me, positioning himself right at my entrance and breaking apart only to meet my eye again. I nod, pressing my forehead to his as he pushes in, nothing between us except the gathering of fabric around my waist, and his head falls back against the headboard, eyes shut until he’s nestled inside me completely.
I reach out, stroking the side of his face, and he takes a ragged breath before looking at me.
“Feel good?” I ask, and he nods. “Good.” I lean forward until my mouth is right next to his ear, savoring the way the angle changes and my muscles tighten around him. “Now give me something to think about when I see you at work on Monday.”
I sit back, watching a lazy grin slide across his face. His hands reach under my skirts, gripping at the curve of my hips, tangling in the sides of the underwear that’s just barely covering anything, pulling until I’m sliding up his length, and then letting me go so I fall back down, inch by inch. I meet his gaze, watch his throat bob as I mimic the same actions again, pressing up onto my knees and then letting myself fall again.
On the third time, he meets my hips with a thrust once I settle back down, and the moan that falls from both of us is all he needs to pick up the pace. He meets me thrust for thrust, while I wrap my arms around his neck and grind into each movement, desperate for pressure on my aching clit. One of his hands slides up, finding just enough space to press his fingers against me, moving in tight circles that zing through my body with him inside me.
He buries his head in my neck, breathing me in while he wrings me out, a jumble of curses and moans falling from his lips and into my ear until we’re both shaking and panting and the rhythm of his hand on me and his hips against mine are all I can think about.
“I love you so fucking much,” he stutters out, just barely loud enough that I can hear it, and my heart clenches, my fingers gripping the back of his head as I move to rest our foreheads against each other, so close to the edge again.
“I love you.” My voice is a hoarse whisper, as I continue, “To kingdom come, right?” I see the smile that crinkles his eyes, and then lean my head back as a spiral of pleasure comes from him hitting just the right angle inside me.
“To kingdom come, Piper.” He presses a kiss to the center of my chest, where I know I’m probably covered in glitter and sweat and who knows what else from our night. But he doesn’t care, just lets me fall forward into his embrace.
And I keep falling, down, down, until I’m crying out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I ride him, ride his hand, the circles on my clit never stopping as he tenses under me. I feel him jolt inside me, and when I finally lean back to meet his eyes, he’s trembling slightly.
I wipe at a glisten of sweat on his cheek - and then realize it’s not sweat.
Holy shit, it’s a tear.
“Sorry,” he breathes, closing his eyes as another one falls, and I wipe it away for him, letting him press his forehead to mine.
“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings.” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Especially not to me.”
I nuzzle my nose against his, which feels incredibly silly with him still inside me, making what I’m sure is a fine mess of my underwear and the sheets below us.
“You’re exactly what I need.” His voice is still raspy, but he continues, “Exactly who I need. So please don’t let my father or anyone else tell you differently.”
I laugh, sitting back to look at him.
“If you thinkyour fatheris going to scare me away, have I got news for you.” He smiles, and then sniffles, and my heart melts. “Seriously, babe. I’m here.” I run my thumb across his cheek, still slightly damp. “I’m here to stay.”
Chapter 57
Fitz
Ilookatmyphone for what feels like the tenth time tonight, and the numbers 3:45 stare back at me.
Fuck. This is not good. My mind is racing, my heart is clenched like someone’s got a fist around it. I turn, seeing the back of Piper’s head where she’s folded in on herself, a little mass of curls and curves in a fetal position next to me, the blanket wrapped tightly around her.
If the sight didn’t make my heart clench more, I’d probably wake her up just to slide my arms around her, feel one of her heavy breasts in my hand, feel her nipple pucker under my thumb and-
Fuck my life. Seriously. What is this feeling in my chest? I feel it deep, like a rock in the pit of my stomach.
I try to move as quietly as possible when I slide out of bed. Roscoe raises his head from where he’s laying at my feet, but I give him a pat on the head, pulling my boxers on and padding out into the living room. I find the decanter of whiskey on the bar, pouring myself a couple of fingers and collapsing into one of the chairs in the living room, phone in hand. Mindlessly, I flip through all the pictures I’ve been tagged in from the night, approving and denying them depending on whether they’re halfway flattering or not.
