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“You can come closer,” I tell him in a breathy voice.
As he approaches, my breathing becomes more rapid and shallow. I stare, watching him draw nearer. A hot needy breath rushes past my lips when his chest, hard and firm, presses into my spine, trapping me between him and the pane of glass.
“You are wanted.” His declaration comes out as a growl. His warm breath tickles my neck as it drifts over it.
“Show me how wanted.”
His eyes go dark with hunger, but he doesn’t move, holding himself back with infuriating restraint. “I don’t want you to regret it, Rylan. You’re angry. You think I’m an escape, just like those assholes you find in the clubs.”
The nerve of him! But the ache that’s been slowly building between my legs grows restless and demanding.
“Then make it good, so I don’t regret giving you a chance.” My entire body slips into a boiling heat. I need his hands on me—now!
He’s right; I want to forget. I want to be numb.
“I want to hear you say it first.”
“Say what?” I bite out, my voice sharp, daring him to push me further.
“That I’m not your prey. I’m not some nameless body you use to numb yourself.” His voice drops, rough and low. “When I touch you and taste you, you’ll know exactly who I am. You’ll say my name, and when the sun comes up, you’ll look me in the eye. Can you handle that, Rylan?”
“Can you handle me saying your name?” I taunt. “After all, it took you so long to reveal it.”
He smirks, “That mouth.”
“I’ll show you exactly what this mouth can do, if you’d just get on with it, Steffen.”
He reaches out, slow and deliberate, threading his fingers through my hair and tugging it aside. His lips brush my ear, hot and unhurried, and I tip my head back, baring my throat for him.
“You have driven me to the point of madness, Rylan.” He inhales deep. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“I’d rather smell filthy, like you,” I tease. That’s it. Touch me again. Pull my hair a little harder.
All I hear is my fast heartbeat and his deep breaths. It’s odd. I’ve only ever had sex with loud music on. This feels so intimate, so deep and detailed, and we’ve hardly started yet.
He places his left hand on my lower stomach, between me and the window, and plays with the waistband of my sweatpants. Sparks flare; my blood feels on fire. Never in my life have I felt chemistry like this. I was always a skeptic when it came to the sparks between two people.
I could not have been more wrong.
I want his fingers to slip where they shouldn’t. Go deep inside me.
“Your heart is beating so loudly I can feel it,” he taunts.
Blood rushes to my face and other parts of my body. Leaning closer, he plants a slight kiss on my neck, then further down my shoulder, making sure to drag his lips over my shirt. I curse the fabric that separates us.
“Are you gonna have me or not?” I growl, as I push my hips back into his hardness.
“I’m going to savor you. Slowly.”
Pressing my palms against the glass, I search for a steady point, but the only thing that feels safe in this moment is him. His breath covering my skin, his hands holding me, seeking more.
My shoulder blades press into his firm chest as I start to melt into his embrace. His fingers gradually slide into my sweatpants, descending. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to appease the ache that’s throbbing between my legs.
He kisses my throat and then sucks my skin between his teeth, nipping me. I elicit a moan that would be perfect for a sex tape.
He gently bites me again as he starts to inch his hand lower, off my hip bone, under my pants, tickling me with slow strokes. His fingers move between my legs, gliding over my sex.
“Come on,” I urge him. He’s so close! Just touch me!
