It was a herculean effort not to reach for him, to bury my hands in his hair, to give in to the urge to thrust into the willing vice of his throat. I was entirely gobsmacked when he pulled away, a whimper falling from my lips, bordering on mournful.

"Good," I rasped, my voice nearly unrecognizable to my own ears. "I don't know if I could've made it up the stairs if you'd done that for much longer."

Pulling my pants up around my hips, I hissed as I tucked myself back into my shorts, leaving my waistband unfastened as I followed him up to the apartment.