The water was hot, bubbling around us, but it was nothing compared to the way she felt pressed up against me.
“Fuck, B,” I breathed, gathering her hair off her neck and winding it around my fist. “Is this real?”
She took my hand and pressed it over her breastbone, right above her heart. “Does it feel real to you?”
It raced under my touch like a runaway train. “You’re nervous?” I asked.
“I was always nervous around you, Nix.”
Tugging gently on her hair, I tilted Harleigh’s head back, giving me those deep green eyes I’d always found myself so weak for. “And now?”
“I don’t know what I feel,” she admitted.
“Feel this.” My other hand slipped down her spine under the water and curved around her hip, dragging her down on me. “Feel that. Feel what you do to me, B. What you’ve always done…”
Harleigh rolled her hips slowly, the friction damn near perfect as I thrust up against her. Eyes at half-mast, lips parted on a small whimper, a deep crimson flush smattered along her cheeks. She looked so fucking sexy, I had to refrain from tearing her panties off and burying myself deep inside her.
“Nix…” She moaned my name, rocking above me, dragging her pussy right over me.
“Use me to get off, B.” I buried my face in her neck and licked her damp skin. “Take what you need.”
“Everyone is—”
My eyes snapped to hers. “Nobody is watching you but me.”
“We shouldn’t…” She bit down on her lip.
“Yeah, we really fucking should.” My mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding. Needing to taste her while she got herself off on my dick.
Her hands slid over my shoulders, nails digging in and making it hurt. But the flash of pain only amped me up.
“It feels good.” The breathy moan made me grip her harder, erasing every sliver of space between us. Any closer and I would have been inside her, fucking her, owning her.
But this wasn’t about me. It was about her. About her taking what she needed.
“Fuck…” I choked out as she started circling her hips, grinding right down on me.
“God, Nix… God.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I’d only ever seen her come undone like this once before and I’d felt too fucking guilty then to enjoy it.
That night I’d allowed myself one taste, one touch… but I had no plan of walking away this time.
Consequences be damned.