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"A little"

"I never see you jealous"

"I never cared enough to be jealous" I pin her to the wall, slip my hand under her shirt, cup her breast over her bra "Like this?"

She nods

"Just this?"

"No"

I rock ainst hers, slip ht I don't have a lot of rooain and again

"Liaainst mine "Fuck"

I tease her again and again

Her eyelids flutter closed

"You like the tease?"

She barely es to nod

"Like this, in your clothes, 'cause I want you too badly to wait until they're off"

"Yes," she breathes

"Me too" I press my lips to hers

Shewith mine

She is mine

It feels so fucking good, knowing how to play her, to push her to the edge, to taketime with her bliss

I've never clai orders or tying women to my headboard

But the way Briar ood The pleasure, the trust, the need

Every fucking bit

This strong, sarcastic, tough as nails woman putty in my hands

Mine

The rest of the world is a mess This makes sense This is music

I don't know shit about music

But I know Briar I knohat roan

I kiss her hard as I tease her

Her hips buck against mine Her hands find my hair

She kisses back, hard, clai only I can give her

I tease her until she's panting, then I slip my other hand under her blouse

The thing is skin tight There's no room I roll it up her stomach, over her bra, all the way to her collarbones

She looks up at rey eyes wracked with need, her expression hazy with pleasure "Liam"

I push the cups of her bra aside Replace them with my palms

She groans as I draw circles around her nipples Again and again Until she's tugging at my hair

Then ood measure

She rocks her hips againstjeans, the sah

I need her skin against mine