Page 12 of Knot So Fast
"You can," I murmur against her flesh, the vibrations making her whimper. "One more for me, sugar. I know you have it in you."
It doesn't take long before she's cumming again, this orgasm somehow even more intense than the first. She's completely breathless by the time it's over, her chest heaving as she tries to remember how to form words.
I lower her carefully, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her upright because I know her legs don't have the strength to support her right now. She's boneless against me, all soft curves and satisfied sighs, and I want to keep her like this forever.
"Guess this means you have to shower with me," I say, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice.
She rolls her eyes, but I catch the way her expression softens as she studies my face.
"You look at me as if I'm going to disappear any minute from now," she observes quietly, and the accuracy of her statement hits me like a physical blow.
I don't say anything because what can I say?
That she's right?
That every moment with her feels borrowed and fragile?
That I'm terrified she'll remember everything and realize that being with me is a mistake?
That she'll leave again, and this time there won't be any coming back?
Instead, I pull her close and press my forehead against hers, letting the silence speak for me.
"Why are you able to read me so fucking well," I mutter, "but the rest of the world can't?"
She smirks against my lips, giving me a soft kiss that tastes like promises neither of us can keep.
"Some jigsaws aren't meant to be understood by everyone," she whispers, and the words hit deeper than they should.
We share another kiss, slower this time, before we actually get around to the business of showering.
I help clean her up, running soap-slicked hands over every inch of her skin under the guise of being helpful. She lets me, probably knowing exactly what I'm doing but allowing it anyway.
By the time we're finished, my fingers are pruned and the bathroom is fogged with steam, but I'm more relaxed than I've been in months. There's something about taking care of her, even in small ways, that settles something restless in my chest.
Twenty minutes later, she's dried her hair and changed into jean shorts and one of my shirts—a black racing tee that's way too big for her but looks incredible anyway. The sight of her in my clothes does something primal to my brain, marking her as mine in a way that I know isn't really true but feels good nonetheless.
"Your gaming friend called," I say, trying to keep my voice casual as I watch her reaction.
She beams at that news, and I hate it.
Hate the way her face lights up at the mention of another man, even though I know it's my twin brother in disguise.
She doesn't know it's Lachlan, doesn't know that the mysterious online racer she's been challenging for months is actually part of the pack she used to belong to. The idea of her being happy about another man playing games with her infuriates me on a level that's probably unhealthy.
"Perfect," she says, bouncing slightly on her toes in excitement. "I'll beat his ass on the track tonight. I've been practicing a new technique that's going to leave him in the dust."
The determination in her voice should make me proud—and it does, somewhere underneath the jealousy.She's still the same competitive firecracker she always was, still ready to prove herself against anyone foolish enough to challenge her.
I pout without meaning to, and the expression must be obvious because she notices immediately.
"What?" she asks with a giggle that makes my chest tight. "Jealous?"
"Yes," I grumble, not bothering to lie about it.
She laughs, the sound bright and teasing as she grabs her bag and quickly puts her hair up in a messy bun that somehow makes her look even more beautiful. Casual perfection that she doesn't even have to try for.
She's at the door when she pauses, looking back at me with those dark lavender eyes that give a hint of sapphire mix—the shade not quite blue but not purple either, reminding me of the perfect night sky when the sun just sets.
