She kept pumping me until I was oversensitive from her touch. Our hands were coated in the evidence of how good her touch made me feel. My head swam and a tingling warmth threatened to swallow me whole. But I wasn’t going to end the game now.

Cleaning us up, I tried to keep my heart rate under control. “Now it’s my turn to play the game.”

She looked at me with a hum in her chest. “What do you mean?”

“Did you seriously think I was going to get my rocks off and leave you with nothing?”

“I didn’t do it so you’d do anything to me. I just wanted to.” The flush of her cheeks and way she ducked her head, showed me how right I’d been not to jump into bed with her. How I’d have probably scared the shit out of her and sent her running for the hills.

“Maybe, I just want to too.” I tugged her forward by the waistband of her shorts.

She gasped, her lips parting.

My fingers moved to the buttons of her shorts. A shudder ran through her at the pop of the plastic against fabric.

I slid my hands around her, dipping under the waistband.

Her hands covered mine, holding them in place. “I—I don’t think.”

“Only as far as you want.” I swapped to the bed from my chair.

Her eyebrows quirked.

Spinning her around, I sat her between my legs with her back pressed against my chest.

She glanced over my shoulder, the question still in her eyes.

I dropped a kiss onto her neck and ran one hand along her thigh, brushing against the bottom of the shorts.

My other hand slid over her stomach and dipped into the top of her unbuttoned shorts, past the waistband of her panties, and through her curls to the prize to make her feel every as good as I had.

Her back rested against mine. She sagged against me, as I parted her lips and sank my fingers into her. First one then adding a second.

“Dare!” she yelped and squeezed her fingers into my thighs.

I only wished I could see her face. The profile view of her was beautiful. Her eyes closed, lips parted, small gasps and moans falling from her lips.

My dick sprung back to life, but I only had one focus.

Her fingers gripped me harder, and I used my fingers and thumb to keep the shivers and gasps growing. Her thighs clamped tight around my hand and I kept going, strumming her clit until her back arched and she shot forward.

I held onto her, holding her with an arm wrapped around her chest. Peppering her neck with kisses, I blinked back the tears welling in my eyes. She trusted me enough to put her pleasure in my hands. With every fiber in my being, I loved her.

And I’d never faced anything scarier than that in my life. She was my heart. Watching her leave would be like cutting it out and letting it out in the world walking around without me.