“What do you need, baby? What do you need?” My voice was a growl. Desperation and the knowledge that I shouldn’t do this. That this girl had reached a breaking point and I wasn’t fit to hold her together.
The secrets I was keeping from her were more than enough to make me a criminal just for touching her.
Still, I was edging back to look into the expanse of those eyes, unable to push her away when she was clinging to me like I was the one thing that was going to keep her grounded.
Like maybe I wouldn’t be the one to destroy her in the end.
“I need to go back. I need to remember. I need to remember the way it used to be when you loved me. I need you to remind me what it feels like.”
“There is no used to in this equation,” I rumbled beneath her assault.
She leaned in and whispered at my ear, “Touch me.”
I nearly came undone.
“You don’t want this, Violet.”
At least the girl who’d run out of the restaurant because of the declarations I’d been making didn’t. Wasn’t so sure about the girl who was currently grinding her sweet heat all over the bulge in my jeans.
Friction flying.
Zinging through the air and making it hard to cling to reason.
“You owe me. Remember the way you used to touch me? The way you used to make me fly? Remember when you told me you’d do it forever? I’m achin’.”
Well, fuck me.
How was I supposed to argue with that?
She kissed across my mouth. Lips brushing lips in a tender caress.
Flames leapt in the space.
Enticing, excruciating heat.
She exhaled at my mouth, and I swallowed it down, muttered, “I do. I owe you. I owe you everything.” Then I followed the words with my tongue, delving into the treasure that was this girl’s mouth. “Want to give you the world. Anything. Everything.”
Hot flesh stroked the other. Tangling in this desire that caught fire.
A blaze that burned right through the middle of us.
Sparking and spreading.
This girl was straight-up arson.
Torching all reason and discretion.
No longer gave a shit about anything other than making this girl feel good. Satisfying this one request.
Stupid?
Hell yeah.
So fuckin’ stupid because Violet was still trembling and shaking and expelling tears while she clamored to get to me, moisture glinting and striking as it rolled down that breathtaking face, and my guts got jumbled in a warning that she was going to regret this.
That I was only making this coming end worse.
But those thoughts were drowned by the desperation that rose and lifted between us.
Stirring the disorder.
Each movement more delirious than the last.
Hands and tongues and teeth.
Wild kisses.
Needy pants.
My palms glided up the smooth, bare skin at the outside of her thighs, riding underneath the fabric of her dress.
Tremors raced across her flesh.
“Richard. You…your touch has always burned me alive. Left me ash.”
She pressed her knees onto the ground on either side of my lap, rising higher so she was hovering over me.
My head tilted back, and I devoured that mouth as the girl consumed mine, her hands riding over my shoulders.
Cupping my face.
Yanking my hair.
Delirium.
Ecstasy.
A travesty because I knew it couldn’t last.
I let my hands wander higher. High enough that I held two handfuls of perfect, round ass.
My dick jumped as I gripped her bottom.
“God. I missed you. Missed you, baby. So bad.”
She whimpered, and she edged back, staring down at me when I brought a hand around to the front and pushed the silky scrap of material covering her aside.
“Want me to touch you? This what you’re asking for?”
She nodded. Frantic. Quick. Tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I gazed up at her when I slowly pressed two fingers into her tight, wet heat.
Hot, slick flesh.
Shivers wracked her.
I nearly came.
Fucking beauty.
Awe-inspiring beauty.
I dragged my fingers in and out. Pumping into her pussy. Watching her as I wound her up. As her thighs quivered and her stomach shook and her fingers dug deeper into my shoulders.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes drifted closed.
Girl giving herself over to me.
Trust. Trust. Trust.
She yelped when I suddenly swept her up and shifted so I could lay her out on the ground. Patches of grass had been trampled beneath her, creating a soft bed.
Wild hair strewn around to frame her gorgeous face.
That dress twisted and bunched up her thighs.
Moonlight poured down from above and cast her face in an ethereal glow.
A fairy made of blown glass.
Gorgeous and fragile.
The prettiest thing just waitin’ to bloom.
Moonflower.
Love gusted through my veins.
Real. Intense. Inescapable.
Heaving out a strained breath, I sat up on my knees at her feet, staring at her through the wisps of light. “You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. Magic, baby. You are the magic inside me. The best thing that ever happened to me. The light that went dim when I lost you.”