“We’re going to get into trouble.”
“Only if we get caught. Quick and quiet—we can take the edge off before walking Rhys. Then I plan to spend the rest of the night naked with you to remind you how much I fucking love you.”
God help me.
Decker doesn’t waste a second and rubs his body against mine, his breath hot on my neck. There’s no way I can say no. There’s no way I want to say no.
His hands quickly unbutton and lower my shorts, the cool air on the wet skin between my thighs making me shiver. He turns me around, his fingers digging into my hip as he frees himself from his jeans while I brace myself against the wall.
My heart pounds in my chest. It’s not the first time we’ve had sex in public, but it is the first time we’ve had sex insucha public place. It’s exciting, and I feel a level of trust I’ve never had with anyone else.
The sensation as he enters me is all-consuming, and I gasp as he thrusts hard and fast into me. The sound of our bodies colliding met only with our heavy breathing and quiet moans.
Decker’s hand snakes around my front, and his fingers find the spot between my legs that makes me see stars. He knows just how to twist and rub in the right ways with the right rhythm to turn me to putty in his hands.
He rubs in time with his thrusts because he makes it his mission to never come before me. To take me along with him every time. He’s nothing if not an unselfish lover.
Turning my head, I bite on his bicep to muffle my moans. I’m so close I’m bordering on whimpering at this point. Something he knows better than anyone else. His ability to read my body astounds me.
“Come, baby,” he whispers in his ear. “Come hard on me.”
His teeth find my shoulder, and the small amount of pain from his teeth pushes me over the edge. The climax comes quickly, a wave crashing over us both. It’s intense, and we’re both left breathless and shaking as we take a moment to regroup.
Decker holds me, his hand still between my legs but unmoving. His forehead rests against my back, and our breathing matches the other as we come down from our high.
“God, I love you,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Tell me you know that. That you don’t doubt it.”
“I don’t,” I promise, smirking when he pulls out of me. “I love you, too.”
Turning me around, he cups my face and kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. His tongue ring hits my teeth, but I like the feeling. It’s not hard. Nothing that will cause damage.
I step into the stall to clean up, and he pulls his jeans back into place before peeking out to make sure the coast is clear. He waves me out, silently promising to use himself as a shield in case anyone happens to glance at us.
I give in to him so damn easily because I know—absolutely—that he’ll protect me. He’s the one who’d run into fire for me, and I love him for it.
“Let’s go walk Rhys,” Decker says, kissing my hand.
“Sounds perfect.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
And it really, really does. Who needs a Fairy Tale to find their happily ever after? Not me.
