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I turned my head as Bryce came through the window. His leather jacket was gone, leaving his heavily tattooed skin exposed.

The way his t-shirt clung to his muscles had my thighs clenching and set my skin on fire, but I went back to looking out over what bits of the city we could see from his fire escape.

There was a time when I would have given anything for Bryce to climb out after me like this, but somewhere in all those lost moments I had hardened my heart against the idea. Now all I wanted was to be left to sulk in my frustration.

I didn’t want to look at anyone right now, let alone acknowledge how much I had missed him in the time we hadn’t been together. Despite my gloom, the raging inferno of my desire hadn’t abated with time; instead, it stoked the flames.

His hands settled on my shoulders, kneading the muscles that seemed to collect my stress. I made a small sound, one that he seemed to appreciate if the growing erection at my back was any indication.

I craved his hands on me the way a tweaker craved their fix. My skin itched and burned for it when he was gone, but when he was there, the ache was all the more devastating for having him.

The soft stroking of his fingers crept into my hair, massaging my scalp as he scooted closer to me the way that only he did. His warmth was a stark contrast to the cold metal grating.

One. Two. Three.

His lips brushed softly against my ear, his hot breath against my neck causing me to shiver.

“Bryce.” My voice was a whisper, a note of pleading I could never seem to remove when he was around.

I didn’t know if I was asking for him to stop or asking him to never let go, and I don’t think he knew either. His lips touched the back of my neck, moving up behind my ear. I shifted, squirming in my spot at the electric feel of his rough hands as they raked down my bare arms.

“He’s asleep.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” I said, hardly resisting the urge to press myself further between his legs, allowing his long, thick limbs to cocoon me.

“You worried about someone seeing?” He pressed soft, full lips down my neck as his hand slid down to rest lightly between my thighs, dragging up and down against the seam, “Last I checked, you didn’t give a shit about a little audience.”

My laugh was breathless as his hand crept up closer to my chocha. Instinctively, I scooted closer, following his hand where it hovered right above my shorts.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I didn’t think so.”

“Don't be a tease, Bryce,” I bit, pulling away from him.

“Don’t be a tease, Bryce,” he mocked, his tone dark, the menacing lilt pulled something down south that had no right to be so fucking activated, “I thought you were worried about someone seeing us?”

I turned to face him with a frustrated sound. I rested my hands on his knees, sliding them slowly up his thighs.

I waited for him to push me away, to tell me we couldn’t be doing this again, but some part of me knew he wouldn’t. It was always hard for both of us when it had been a while.

Every time was the last time.

“Bryce.” My voice, the one I meant to sound enticing, just sounded like a whine; a desperately throaty whine of desire and repressed need that had been building up for months.

“Alex.” His smile was cruel, twisted, and fucking delicious.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He goddamn loved to see me squirm, to make me crazy every time he saw me. I don’t know how he kept such cool control on the outside when I damn well knew that inside, he was nothing but flames and petrol.

I shifted closer, leaning my breasts into his legs. The rough metal beneath us dug into the caps of my knees, but I pushed it to the side, relishing in the bite of the pain as if it could overwhelm the ache between my thighs.

He tucked his hand under my chin, making me look into his crystalline blue eyes; so light they almost looked like frost, “What do you want, Alex?”

“You,” I whispered, ready to jump into the depths.

He leaned back, his hand falling gracefully, dangling from the step behind him. His own legs moving closer around me, “What do you want from me?”

I ran a hand further up his thigh, my thumb brushing against the bulge in his jeans, “Just you.”

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