Jeremy's POV
One of my hands reaches down and threads through her silkiness, and I groan into her mouth, the sound low, rough, and I feel it vibrate through her as much as through me. Her back arches, and she leans onto the wall to allow me better access to her softness, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers splaying like she needs to feel that I’m real, that I’m here.
“Jeremy,” she breathes again, and my heart slams inside me, and I pass my hand again against her, not putting anything inside. Moving up to her nub, and her head goes back, along with the sexiest sound I ever heard from her.
Kissing her neck, I then press my forehead onto hers, forcing myself to breathe, to stay present. “We can stop,” I tell her, even as every part of me rebels at the idea. There is that nagging inside
