Page 26 of Thornhill Road

He was not wrong.

I was on the verge.

His command toget to itgot me that much closer.

I took my breasts in my hands and tugged at my nipples.

Then it hit me. It hit me huge. My whole body was trembling as I came undone.

I cried out with every breath as I writhed.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get better…

“Fuck,” Mustang growled.

He abandoned my clit and slapped the side of my ass before he held on and lost himself in me. I watched as he forsook his rhythm, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensed, and he threw his head back while he came.

Obviously—it was incredibly. Flipping. Hot.

When he was spent, he froze inside of me while he worked to catch his breath.

He righted his head, and his hazel-blue eyes found mine.

They were vibrant andwild.

This time, I felt it down to my bones.

He’d break my heart if I let him.

I just couldn’t let him.

After a few breaths, he broke our connection, gently lowering my hips onto the bed. He then leaned down and kissed me—deep and greedy.

When I reached up to dive my fingers into his hair, he cupped my left breast and squeezed.

Before I was ready, he pulled away and mumbled, “Don’t move. Be right back.”

He got off the bed, then snatched up his jeans from the floor. He tugged them on and over his hips, worked the zipper closed, but didn’t bother with the top button as he made his way barefoot toward the door. He then slipped into the hallway and closed me inside.

Feeling both incredibly naked and slightly chilly, I found my way between the sheets I finally noticed were dark gray. Taking advantage of my moment alone, I looked around to see what other details I could find in the room. There wasn’t much to it. The bed was on a frame, but there was no headboard or footboard, it was just pressed up against the back wall. Above it was a giant, faded, American flag.

There was a plain, wooden nightstand to the right, and across the room, on the wall beside the door, was a matching dresser. There was clutter scattered across both surfaces, and a lamp on the nightstand.

The floors were cement, but he had a giant area rug that took up a good portion of the room.

The blanket I assumed belonged on the bed was in a dark green puddle on the floor.

Littered in various spots on the rug were discarded items of clothing.

It was messy, but I’d seen worse.

Not to mention, some of that clothing was mine.

That thought had me flat on my back.

My head hit the pillow, and I stared up at the ceiling.

I couldn’t even last one night.

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