“That’s twice now, angel.” My voice is gravelly, strained, still catching up to the wreckage of what she just did to me. Her brow knit together, her breathing still unsteady. “Twice?” I smirk. “That I’ve come in my fucking pants because of you.” A blush crawls up her throat, and I fucking love it. Then, she lets out a breathy laugh—light, too light. “Don’t let it go to your head. You’re not the first guy who couldn’t keep it together with me.”
