That makes two of us.

I wet my lips and stare down at his hungry eyes. “You will always turn me on, Ryot, despite how much I wish you wouldn’t.”

His expression remains neutral, but I can tell that ounce of truth eases part of the anger he’s feeling. His chest rises and falls as he stares at me, his gaze penetrating past the flimsy wall I’ve erected and right to my heart.

Those eyes have always been a window to his feelings, to his soul, and I can see that they’re ragged, weary, run down. I feel the same way, like I can’t keep up this fight. Like at any minute, we both might raise the white flag and surrender.

And as he lowers his head between my legs, his fingers spreading me, I realize that maybe tonight, he’s the one throwing in the towel.

I should stop him.

I should just give him the shorts.

But after the emotional turmoil we’ve been through, I think this is what I need most.

His mouth.

And I think he needs my taste.

His eyes stay steady on mine as his ragged voice says, “This will be the last time I touch this cunt. Don’t expect it again.” And then his tongue swipes up and over my clit.

Between the feel of his tongue and his declaration of finality, I feel tears pluck at my eyes, even as a pleasurable hiss escapes me while I sink into the mattress.

If this is it, then I’m not going to waste the moment. I’m not going to focus on the desperate grief I feel from Ryot’s words either. They slay me. No, if this is it, I’m going to take as much from it as I can.

My hands immediately go to my breasts, where I tease myself, slowly running circles around my nipples with the tips of my fingers, erecting them until they peak.

His mouth is hot, wild on me as he swipes continuously, pulsing against my clit, knowing exactly what I need when I need it and how I need it. It’s always been like this. From the very start, he could read the needs of my body, the sounds coming out of my mouth, and translate them into his next move.

I shiver under his tongue. “Oh, fuck. Your taste. Missed this, baby,” Ryot moans. I’ve missed this too.

With each swipe, I feel it deeper and deeper until my orgasm starts to build. A floating, rippling, out-of-this-world pleasure moves up my arms, up my legs. While he swipes, I tug at my nipples the way I know he likes. When I glance down, I catch him staring, watching my every move, so I let my teeth pull on my bottom lip as I arch my hips into his mouth.

The control he’s had ever since he’s come in here momentarily slips as he moans against my clit, the vibration setting me up for one of the best feelings of my life.