Page 40 of Take What You Want

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” she says.

I quirk a brow.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face gives you away. It’s something you should work on.”

“Is it?” I cock my head, enjoying our banter. It eases something in her and I can tell by the way she melts back into the mattress.

She opens her mouth, but I don’t allow her to get back into her head. I shut her up with a kiss.

Her breasts brush against my chest, every inch of skin hot and burning between us. I press closer, leaving no room for any lingering insecurities of her to seep through and taint this moment.

I settle between her legs and rub my cock up and down her entrance a few times, teasing us both.

Jane pulls away and stares at me as I start to enter her.

The way her green eyes shine as they look at me, the trust and faith she’s giving over to me to take care of her, cracks my chest down the middle until a resounding need to be better for her crawls through and invades my entire body.

“Just keep your eyes on me, alright? I got you.”

She nods shakily, and I brush a lock of hair away from her forehead.

I push inside slowly, feeling her stretch, and I grit my teeth at the sensation. She whimpers, and I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so good. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her nails digging crescents into my arms.

I ease back a little when I meet resistance and slip my hand between our bodies, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. She clenches around me, and I groan, needing to chase the sensation.

But when I look at her, dark hair spilling around her head in a dark halo like a beautiful fallen angel sent for my own personal damnation, I continue my gradual pace.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Jane,” I whisper reverently. It’s not like I didn’t know that before, but Christ, it’s hitting me over the head now until I’m dizzy.

She blushes as my words hit her and I don’t know if they pierce the thick walls her insecurities have built, but I’m going to do everything I can tonight to wear them down.

This time, I pull my hips back, almost falling out, before driving in and breaking that final barrier.

“Nik—” Jane cries out.

“I got you,” I whisper in her ear. “Let it out if you need to.”

As hard as it is, I keep still, letting her adjust and not moving until she’s ready for it. She gives a tentative lift of her hips, and I fist the sheets by her head, trying to contain myself.

“Keep going,” she pants.

“Are you sure?”

She dips her chin, giving me the green light. I pull my hips back and her hands dig into my sides. When I slide in, a small line creases her forehead and she parts her lips in a perfectO. I swipe my tongue between the opening, teasing hers as she kisses me back.

I begin a steady pace, and she whimpers as she starts to get used to it. “Feeling good now?”

“Yes,” she gasps, and her eyes shine as she looks at me like I’m something special in this moment. And fuck if mine don’t reflect that back to her.

With each thrust, each kiss, every delicate touch of her hands in my hair and mine in hers, a sinking realization settles into my gut like a jagged rock.

This was just for tonight. A friend helping a friend. A favor she needed done with someone she could trust. Something no one else can ever know about.

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