As my hand slid up her side, my thumb caressed the softness of her breast, the side, beneath. I cupped her generous weight in my hand and scraped a nail over her nipple. She flinched at that, and I smiled as she pressed closer. Her hips shifted, the rustle of my white sheets the only sound as she moved her legs and with another scrape and gentle pinch at her nipple, it hardened into the gorgeous bud that made my mouth water.

Her eyes fluttered and her breath increased, but I kept my touch on her light, exploratory. After last night, I wanted to learn more. Everywhere that made her make those little pleased noises. I wanted to find the areas where she was self-conscious so I could worship those until she never hesitated to show her body to me again.

My hand slipped down her stomach, past her belly button and as I came close to the apex of her thighs, she rolled to her back and spread her legs to give me access and let out a gentle hum of pleasure.

“Beautiful,” I whispered. And leaned closer, arching over her so I could kiss her cheek, her jaw. “Wake up, beautiful. I need more of you.”

Emmersyn’s lids fluttered again and slowly opened. Surprise made her green pools widen and clear and as she recognized me, she smiled.

“Hey.” She grinned and leaned in for a kiss. As I bent down to answer her silent plea, I brushed two fingers over her clit.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” I moaned, and kissed away her shocked gasp, pushed my tongue into her mouth and shoved my fingers deeper. “Shit. Tell me this is okay.” I meant to ask first, make sure she wanted more, but her answer was a nod, and her arm flung over my shoulder, pulling me to her.

“Always. Whenever… oh God, you are good at that.”

I laughed against her mouth and worked her slowly, bending to pay attention to the nipple and breast I’d neglected earlier. She tasted sweet, a light sheen of sweaty salt from sleep, but it only made me more feral, made me want her more.

I didn’t need Emmersyn dressed up and cleaned and moisturized and perfumed to perfection—she was perfect the way she came. I worked my fingers inside of her, reveled in every hitched breath and gasp when I bit her nipple. She was sensitive but seemed to like it when I was a bit harder and her other hand came to my neck, slid up my scalp and held me in place as I lapped at her nipple and added my thumb to my hand working her sex.

“Fuck, Kane. I’m going to come.”

“Do it. Shatter for me, and then you’ll go again with me deep inside of you, crying out my name so damn loud Alix hears you.”

His bedroom was on the opposite end of mine. I’d have my work cut out for me, but I was a competitor. And I was hard as rock, desperate to slip inside her wet heat.