I Want you deep inside me PT. 2

And for the first time, I knew sleep wouldn’t come until I had him.

Deep. Inside. Me.

I sat frozen on the kitchen stool, my body trembling, my lips still swollen from his kiss. My skin hummed with the memory of his touch, every nerve alive, waiting, begging. He had left me here, shaking, wet, desperate, his command still echoing in my head.

Go to bed.

But how was I supposed to sleep when my body was on reacting this much?

The clock ticked too loudly in the silence. The bourbon glass he’d set down still sat on the counter, catching the dim light. The scent of him—leather, spice, heat—lingered in the air like smoke after a fire. My hands were restless, fidgeting, clenching and unclenching on the counter as I tried to steady my breathing.

I looked down at myself and nearly groaned. My nipples were hard peaks straining against the thin cotton of my tank top, the fabric damp from where my body had betrayed me. My thighs pressed tight together, but it wasn’t enough—I could feel the ache thr