Her gaze dropped and her expression shifted from murderous to hungry so fast I almost missed the transition. "Oh. Oh, that's—yeah. Get over here."
I stepped between her spread legs and lined myself up and pushed in slow, and Addison threw her head back against the frame and made a sound that started as a moan and ended as a laugh, delirious and wrecked, like she couldn't believe her own body.
"Fuck. Okay. Okay, that's a lot, that's—move, why aren't you moving, I swear to god—"
I put a hand over her mouth.
She bit it. Naturally. But the pain converted, and she moaned against my palm instead of cursing, and I started to move.
