Page 124 of What Remains

The corner of her mouth lifts. “Such a good guy.”

“Hardly,” I mutter, grinning. “I said I tried.” My hand closes on her hip. “I failed. A lot.” I drag my fingers to the waistband of her leggings.

I lick her lips open and kiss her. “You’re all I’ve thought about.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.” She smiles. “Now be bad for me, will ya?”

Trouble, I swear. I arch my brow. “That’s really what you want?”

“You have no idea how much,” she cries out like she’s in pain and the only way to heal her is if I give her relief.

“I can do that.”

My damn hand trembles as I slip it under her shirt and press it to her warm, soft skin. I shift off to the side of her and prop myself up so I can see what I’m finally about to touch after waiting forever.

I trace the seam of her leggings, and she bucks her hips in response.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” She lifts her ass off the bed again in a plea to touch her beneath her clothes.

I set my hand beneath her black underwear and feather my finger down farther, finding her drenched.

I take my time to touch her. To find the spot she’s the most reactive to.

When she cries out my name, my world spins.

She turns her cheek into the bed, fisting my tee as her face tightens and her mouth parts in a silent cry as I stroke her.

I’ve never been so hard in my life as I look back and forth from where my hand is and up at her face. When I can feel she’s on the edge of an orgasm, I slant my head and lean in to catch her screams with my tongue. I hold my mouth over hers as she comes apart beneath me, all heat and trembling and breathless gasps.

She releases my shirt and her hands collapse over her stomach as she closes her eyes. I watch her like this for a minute, peacefully lying there, totally sated.

I pull my hand up as she slowly parts her lids, blissed out and beautiful. She’s staring at me like she could even love me back.

Love me back?

I blink and realize . . .

“These gray sweats of yours, I swear . . .” she says with a laugh, distracting me. “They’ve always done a number on me, and here you are wearing them, and all I can think about is getting them off you.” She grabs my shirt, urging me around to climb on top of her.

I obey and rock into her, my dick more than ready. “Another time,” I breathe out. “I promise. I want nothing more than to be one with you.”

Not just sex. But a connection that goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, I’m sure of it. That’s what it will be with her.

The second she presses her mouth to mine, I wind up returning her kiss. I have no idea how long we’re lost to the moment, but of course, we get interrupted.

“Hey,” Mya calls out. “Are you two decent?”

I cough out a rough laugh at that. Define decent.

Even though Gwen was a little loud with her moaning and calling out my name, I don’t think Mya heard us. The walls are supposed to be thick. Or maybe that only goes for between suites not within the same one.

Shit.

“Of course,” Gwen says. “But can you talk through the door?” she adds on.

“Natasha pulled the raw footage of the fake crashes—metadata, compression artifacts, relay servers. We’re going to work in Griffin’s suite. Meet us there when you’re, um, ready.”