I bend over the tub and run my hand under the tap to check the temperature, and I let out a little squeak when a large body wraps around me from behind and nuzzles the side of my neck.
“You scared me.”
“No one is going to get past Eric and you know it,” King says.
“You did,” I remind him.
“I’m different.” And isn’t that just the crux of all my problems? King is different. If he was just like everyone else, everyone who wants a piece of me or to get to my dad, every man who didn’t really care about me or make me feel like I mattered, then he wouldn’t matter, but he does. King makes me come alive.
And I’m in love with him.
I’m not falling, because I’ve already fallen. And isn’t that just a kick in the balls?
He reaches around me and shuts off the tap. “You can have a bath later. Now, I’m hungry.”
“You can have my pasta on the table,” I say helpfully, even though I know that’s not what he’s asking for, because one of his hands has slid up from around my waist and is playing with my nipple.
“That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
“What are you hungry for?” I ask, and I feel like an electric current has taken hold of my body.
“You.”
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me back into the bedroom. He’s turned the lights down low and pulled the curtains. The funny thing about Vegas hotel rooms is if the curtains are drawn, you’d never know what time of day it is. It’s always dark, because that’s where the sins happen.
He lays me on the bed, and I watch as he strips off his shirt and then his jeans. He already kicked off his boots by the door before he surprised me in the bathroom. I watch him, his beautiful body on display for me to see. And he is beautiful, scars and all. It feels like a fist clenches my heart. I’m so in love with this man, and he’s not mine to keep. But I can’t let him know I’m not okay. He’ll end things before we come together, and like an addict for him, I will always want one last time.
King climbs up the bed, and I let my legs fall open for him. I have nothing left to hide from him. It’s all his for the taking. He settles between my thighs and leans forward. He gently swipes his tongue up the length of my opening, teases me before he really eats me, and then he licks and bites me. He plunges his fingers into me and pumps them in and out while he rolls my clit into his mouth.
He pushes me higher, and I cry out as I come. But he’s not done with me, not by a long shot.
King crawls up my body and lifts my thighs to hook over his arms, and then he plunges inside me. Holding me this way, I’m open for him, and I feel every bit of him as he glides in and out, filling me up over and over.
He kisses me, teasing my lips with his tongue, and I taste myself as he rocks his body into mine. I wrap my arms tight around his shoulders and hold him to me as we move against each other. I gasp into his mouth as he drags the length of him across my swollen clit. Even though I just came, I already feel like I’m teetering on the edge again.
He shoves a hand underneath my bottom, angling me to take him deeper, and I love it. I love everything he does to me, but this drives me crazy as he teases me, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.
But this time, I want him to come with me.
“Sky,” I pant. My body is like a livewire in a thunderstorm. Electricity zings all around me and short-circuits my brain cells. But I don’t care. I want more. I want whatever he’s willing to give me.
“That’s it,” he says quietly as he continues to move in and out, deeper and deeper. His movements become erratic as he closes in on his own orgasm, and it drives me wild.
“Sky!” I cry out as I come undone.
“Yeah, baby,” he rumbles as he plants himself deep and follows me over the edge.
My brain is jumbled and fuzzy, and my climax seems to go on forever. And when I can finally breathe again, just a little, I accidentally ruin it all.
“I love you.”
He freezes, and I mean that just the way it sounds. King’s spine snaps straight, and a coldness surrounds him. Oh no. I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I never wanted him to know my true feelings, but a secret part of me whispers that this is better. I feel relieved that the secret is out, and now we can move on. Maybe this is what he needed to finally move on. Maybe now, we can be together, and Manny and Mom and Colton were all right and all I had to do was fight for it.
“What did you say?”
Or they could have all been horribly wrong.
“I love you,” I whisper.
