I let out a slow, unsteady exhale, my fingers gripping her just a little tighter, my jaw locking, my heart hammering as I fight the losing battle of pretending I don’t want to fucking ruin her right now.

This girl is gonna be the death of me. Last night changed something. The way she touched me, the way she showed me exactly what she wanted, exactly how to take it, fuck, it rewired something deep inside me, something that makes it impossible to sit back and let her tease me like this without giving it right back.

My grip on her hips tightens, dragging her closer, forcing her to feel exactly how fucking hard she’s making me just by sitting here, just by saying those words, just by looking at me like that. And when I lean in, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, I don’t hold back.

“What’s wrong?” I echo, my voice lower, rougher, letting every ounce of heat curl through the words, letting her feel it as much as hear it. “Baby, you’re the one squirming in my lap like you can’t sit still.”

Haven inhales sharply, her fingers gripping my shoulders, and I swear to God, it’s the most satisfying fucking thing in the world.

I smirk, dragging my hands up the curve of her waist, slow and deliberate, pressing my thumbs just beneath the start of her tits, not quite touching, but close enough that she shivers beneath me. “I think you like it,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just below her jaw, feeling the way her body tenses, the way she sucks in a breath when I run my tongue along the same spot, dragging my teeth ever so slightly over her skin. “The way I hold you. The way I make you feel.”

She lets out the quietest, most breathless sound. I pull back just enough to watch her, to take in the way her eyes flutter shut for a second before she forces them back open, locking onto mine like she’s barely keeping herself together. “Carter…”

Fuck, I love the way she says my name. I grin, shifting beneath her again, making sure she feels every inch of how hard I already am for her.

“Yeah?” I tease, my hands slipping lower, tracing the hem of her hoodie, pushing it up just a little, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach beneath my fingertips. “You want something, baby? Or are you just teasing me because you like watching me fall apart for you?”

I spread her thighs wider, “You want me here again, baby?” I whisper, dragging my thumbs along the crease of her hips. “Want me to taste you like last time?”

She hums, lashes fluttering, hips already rocking toward me. “Always,” she whispers. “You know what I like.”