He groans as he presses his palm against me, over my panties. "Lift your hips."
I do.
He pulls my panties to my knees.
They fall off my feet and land on the tile floor.
"I want to watch you come, Piper." He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it aside. "Spread your legs."
I do.
I'm sitting on the counter in Kit's apartment, my legs spread for his viewing pleasure.
And, for the first time in a long time, I'm certain I'm exactly where I want to be.
His eyes fill with desire as he takes a long look at me.
It makes me hotter, needier.
His fingertips brush against my clit. The first touch is soft. Almost imperceptible.
The next is harder.
Harder.
Perfect.
"Don't stop," I groan. I try to hold his gaze, but between the desire in his dark eyes and the pleasure building in my core, it's too much to take.
I let my lids close.
I plant my hands behind my back to keep me upright.
Kit strokes me. He goes slow at first. Then faster.
"There." I squeeze the counter but I can't get a grip. Fuck, that feels good. I'm already close.
He strokes me with just the right pressure and speed. Heat spreads out through my torso, to my chest, my cheeks, my thighs.
Pleasure builds in my core.
Almost.
Almost—
With the next brush of his hands, I come. My orgasm is intense. My sex pulses. My nipples tighten.
I groan. I squeeze my thighs together. I tug at the counter.
"Fucking beautiful." He sucks on my earlobe. He drags his lips over my neck, groaning against my skin.
I bring my hands to his hair and pull him into a kiss. Every part of my body is awake and every part of it is screaming Kit.
He tastes good.
He groans into my mouth.
He needs this as much as I do.