Page 51 of Glass Rose
“No such thing.” His teeth catch my lower lip, biting just hard enough to trigger every nerve cluster along my spine. “I decide when it’s enough.”
His words shouldn’t turn me on. They shouldn’t make me wetter, shouldn’t make my hips rock against his hand with renewed urgency. But they do.
“You like that?” His voice drops to a growl. “Being told what to do? Being at my mercy?”
I can’t form words, can only nod as the second orgasm hits me without warning, more intense than the first. My nails rake down his back, leaving trails I know will mark him. His mouth covers mine again, but this time, it’s not to silence me—it’s to claim me, to consume me.
Until there’s no air left.
Until there’s only him.
Slowly, he eases away, and my body goes slack, sinking deeper into the mattress.
His fingers slide out of me, and he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while holding my gaze. “Sweet.Even now, at the end of the world. You’ll always be worth it.”
“You’re…”
“What’s your name?”
I blink at him, my brain scrambling.
“Your name.” His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Do you remember it?”
“Fuck off.” I shove his shoulder.
“That’s what I thought.” He rolls onto his side, propping himself on one elbow, his other hand tracing lazy circles on my stomach. “Mission accomplished.”
Yes…
My limbs are heavy as lead, and my mind finally, blissfully blank. I turn my head to the side, my eyes drifting down to the bulge in his pants. “Let me…” I reach out.
He catches my wrist gently. “Not tonight.”
“Why not? Don’t you want?—”
“I do.” His voice is tight with restraint. “But tonight was for you.”
First time a man refused. “Are you… Is something wrong?”
He’s silent, his fingers resuming their path on my skin. “Is this just convenient for you?”
The question throws me completely. “What?”
“This. Us.” His hand gestures between our bodies. “Is it just because I’m here? Because the world’s ending, and I’m the next warm body?”
“You think I’m just using you?” I tug down the shirt, settling onto my side. “If all I wanted was that, I could have latched onto Alex again. Or Marcus… or even John.”
Gavin snatches my thigh, yanking me across the mattress until I collide with his solid chest, settling my leg around his waist. “You’re not fucking touching either of them.” His voice rumbles against my ear, deep and possessive.
“Jealous?”
“Territorial.” His fingers curl around my hip, branding me through the thin fabric of my borrowed t-shirt.
I laugh. “Gavin…”
“I’ve seen how Alex looks at you.”
“That doesn’t mean I want him.”
