Page 174 of Broken Breath
I press my forehead to her collarbone, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wants out. “We can stop,” I say quietly. “Weshouldstop.”
But even as I speak the words, my hands remain rooted on her hips, unwilling to let go. She’s still standing between my knees, breathing heavily.
And fuck, I’m still painfully hard.
When I look up to find her eyes, Alaina leans forward, brushing a soft, pleading kiss against my lips. “I’m good, Finn. Please don’t stop now.”
Fuck.
I gesture toward the fogged-up glass, my voice raw with need. “Hands on the window.”
She obeys without a word, placing her palms flat against the panes, looking at me over her shoulder. Rain drums on the outside, a chaotic rhythm that can’t quite match the frantic beating of my heart, as I see that one of her hands still holds the blue cornflower.
It’s crushed now.
Just like every remaining shred of my self-control.
I rise slowly, stepping close behind her. My fingers hook into her waistband, easing her pants down to her thighs with care, and her hips instinctively push back, spine arching gracefully, offering herself like she knows exactly how badly I need this.
How badly we both need this.
Fuck, she’s goddamn beautiful, pink, and glistening for me.
She isn’t just inviting me. She’sdaringme, challenging me, and I’m done resisting. She’s my lifeline, the only salvation left for me, and I’m going to claim her as though I deserve every precious second.
“Please, Finn…”
My hands shake as I fumble with my gear, unbearable pressure building in every part of me. The second I’m free, I line myself up, guided more by instinct than thought. Then, with one hard thrust, I bury myself inside her.
Her gasp pierces the air as she stiffens beneath me, hands flattening harder against the rain-slicked glass like she’s bracing for impact.
Andfuckis ita goddamn impact.
She grips me impossibly tight, as if her body resists but simultaneously begs me to stay. It’s overwhelming, dizzying,consuming.
My lips find her temple, breathing roughly into her hair. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so…so good.”
A soft, broken sound escapes her. It’s part whimper, part exhale, and her forehead is pressed to the fogged glass. I slide my hand up slowly, fingers curling around her throat with gentle pressure, and I pull her back, flush to my chest.
Her breath stutters.
“You okay?” I ask again, my voice low against her ear, while I’m trying hard to keep still.
“Yes,” she says on a breath, her voice trembling but sure. “Keep going.”
“You sure?” I murmur, lips grazing her earlobe. I nibble at it, andJesus,it’s all I can do not to lose my mind. She’s gripping me like a vice, and it’s the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had.
But if she told me to stop, I would. I’d stop everything.For her.
“Please,” she whispers.
That’s all I need.
I slide my hand down again, fingertips seeking out her clit with newfound certainty, stroking gently at first, then quickening the pace, matching perfectly with the rhythm of my thrusts. Her body jerks under my touch, a loud moan escaping her throat.
She moves with urgency, pressing herself back into each thrust, chasing the friction and intensity, and fuck, I’m ready to give her everything she asks for, everything she needs.
“It’s too good,” I grit out harshly, barely clinging to control, and fighting desperately not to lose myself too soon. “But the ride won’t last forever, baby girl. We need to finish this now.”
