My Woman

Grace

The intensity of his voice leaves me breathless.

What am I going to do with him?

I open my mouth and just breathe, his breath mingling with mine.

His hand sneaks down, slipping inside my hospital trousers and his fingers rub my folds—so wet and warm for him already.

“ Tell me you are wet because you want a quick fuck and not because you desperately want me inside you. ” Two fingers slide between my entrance and his thumb rubs small circles on my clit, his eyes still staring into my soul, watching as my lips part and I moan at the sensation.

I still have a chance. I need to pull those fingers out of me, and replace them with his—

No.

I reach up, touching his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Yes.

“ Tristin… ” I whisper, pleasure hitting my body, making me shudder again.

He cuts me off with another kiss, this one softer, more tender.

Our clothes feel like a barrier, a separation that needs to be gone. Before I can register what I am doing, my hands are already working on