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I gasped when his hand disappeared up my sundress and yanked my underwear to the side. “We – we shouldn’t…oh, God…” Two fingers plunged inside me as I collapsed back against the mirror and spread my legs wider. My moan filled the small space, and his palm shot up to cover my mouth, muffling my cries, his other hand still pumping deep and hard.

“Need to watch you come,” he rasped out, replacing the hand over my mouth with his tongue.

He tasted like citrus beer, and I wondered if he was buzzed. Reed was always careful when we were at the house; this was anything but careful. His kisses were clumsier, his balance teetering, and he didn’t seem to mind that his family’s laughter was seeping through the thin walls.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as my pelvis jutted off the counter, his thumb rubbing and teasing my clit, the slippery sounds of my arousal weaving him into a frenzy. His baseball cap slipped off his head when my hands sank into his hair and squeezed the strands, while the scent of barbeque smoke and amber musk assaulted my senses.

“Goddamn,” he breathed against my mouth, pressing our foreheads together. “The things you do to me.”

His eyes were fixed on mine, the intimate contact ballooning my heart. With two fingers still buried inside, curling and stretching me, I felt the coil of need unravel.

“You smell like coconuts and summertime.” He dragged his nose against mine and inhaled sharply, his eyelids fluttering. Inserting a third finger and thrusting hard, he continued to rub my clit, drawing me closer to the edge. “You have no idea how hard it is to be in the same room as you and not touch you, hold your hand, tell everyone you’re mine.”

Yes.

This was what I needed, wanted, craved.

These words, this passion emanating off of him in volatile waves.

I bowed my back, arching into his touch as his body pressed forward, draping me in warmth, our foreheads colliding back together.

“Reed…” I bucked against his hand as starbursts rocketed through me, blurring my vision and heating my skin. Detonating into shimmering fragments, I tried desperately to keep the scratchy cry lodged in my throat.

“That’s my girl.” He looked utterly transfixed as he massaged my clit, and I rode out the waves. “I love watching you come apart. So beautiful.”

Reed flung open his belt and unhooked his jeans, and I mewled with need, reaching to tug down his pants and boxers until his erection bobbed free. My hand gripped him and stroked hard, causing his brows to pinch, his mouth drooping open as a soft groan rumbled in his throat.

“Every moment with you fucking hurts.” His voice was pure grit, words cracking and breaking. “Every moment without you…hurts so much more.”

“You have me, Reed. Take me.”

My cheeks were flaming with desire, my eyes misting with love.

I wanted him to see me right here, right now, spread before him like a treasure. I wanted him to keep me as one. As his favorite.

As his only.

Forever.

He slid my underwear down my thighs until it dangled off my ankle, and then he lifted me higher and pushed forward, the thick crown of his cock slipping inside me. My head dropped back against the mirror before he cupped it in the palm of his hand and pulled my face to his.

Tenderly.

Lovingly.

Our mouths hovered, a centimeter apart, his warm breath pluming against my parted lips.

He held my gaze as he pushed all the way inside, gripping me beneath the thighs as I squirmed and adjusted to his girth. My spaghetti straps dipped off my shoulders, the swell of my breasts bouncing as he started thrusting, in and out, slow and steady.

A dense cloud formed around us. A beautiful haze of wrong and right, nothing and everything, could be, wouldn’t be, shouldn’t be.

Is.

My eyes were locked on his, unmoving, unblinking, as currents churned between us.

His hand journeyed up to grip my throat like a delicate claim as he pumped into me, and I tried in vain to rid myself of this lovelorn affliction. But he was in my bones, in my blood, and there was nothing I could say or do to carve him out of all of my essential pieces.

I would die with him a part of me.