I groaned and laid back on the table, giving him an eyeful of my wet pussy in the hopes he’d shut up and fuck me.
My eyes were closed when I heard him sigh and felt his hand squeeze my thigh, and I knew I wasn’t making things easy.
Good.
“So what’s another few days? He’s fine. We’re fine.”
“Kai, remember what I told you once? You don’t get wealthy from blood money without making enemies…or friends who become enemies because they covet what you have. You and I are one thing, but I won’t chance my brother and what’s left of who he was before this trip.”
“Amalia,” he said sternly, tone serious, as he pulled me back into a sitting position. “He’s already killed a man. That first time changes something in all of us. You can’t just send him away, not without clearing the air.” He scooted me forward by the back of my knees. “Think about it. In the meantime…”
Goosebumps rippled across my skin when his lips grazed below my navel and journeyed between my thighs. He pressed a kiss to my pussy. “You’ve been in here for hours. I miss you,mi reina.” When Kai’s tongue split me open, I leaned on my elbows and let my head fall back as waves of sweet pleasure swept through my body. It was exactly what I needed.
“Yes,” I moaned softly, closing my eyes and slowly lying flat while he continued feasting. My fingers were in his hair, tugging and smoothing as I called out his name. Kai knew exactly what to do, how long and where I needed him as if he’d memorized every whimper, how fast and slow I rode his face, and how hard or soft I gripped his hair depending on where I craved him most.
No sex clause.
I almost laughed out loud at the errant thought, how ridiculous I’d acted, and what I would have missed out on had I passed up on this man and his skilled tongue.
My thighs clamped closed around his head as I reached my climax. But he pushed them open, burying his face deeper, fingers digging into my skin as I fought to wriggle free.
Kai glanced up, his lips and chin glistening with my cum, and he grinned with malice. “My wife forgets that I own this sweet pussy, and that I decide when I’m done.”
“Fuck…Kai,” I groaned, punching the table as he suctioned my sensitive clit and had me stuttering. “Just wait.” I panted through every stroke and thrust of his tongue.
We played this game of delicious torture every chance we got, and while I felt I would disintegrate or combust from another brush of pleasure, I loved every goddamn second.
“No…no…I can’t,” I whined. Scooting up the table, he followed mercilessly until I cried out his name and arched off the wood, coming so fucking hard I thought I would pass out.
My head hung off the edge on the opposite side, but I didn’t have the strength to move. I wasn’t even sure the rest of my body was still attached. I was floating.
Kai gently dragged me down and rested his head over my trembling belly. He was quiet for longer than usual. And I was eager to return the favor, but he seemed pensive, lost inside his head.
“Kai, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
He looked up at me then and laughed. “How original.”
“I thought so.”
He quieted a second time, and used his forefinger to trace tender circles on my skin. Again, his blue eyes were fixed on whatever it was he was seeing inside his thoughts.
“You know,” he finally said, “I never understood the way my brother looks at his wife. Like he sees the whole world in this one person.” Kai stood up and held my face. His eyes were so intense that I felt him in my soul. “Until you.”
I thought I felt my heart stop then thunder back to life. “And what do you see when you look at me?”
He leaned in and kissed me gently before reaching over and dipping his finger in the blue paint from my palette. With a blissful smile and a million words left unspoken, he drew a heart just below my belly button. “What do I see when I look at you? Everything.”
“Everything…” I whispered back, my hand now over the blue heart.
“All of it.”
I arched up and kissed him. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
Reaching for the paint, I asked, “Is this mine?” As I drew a heart on his chest.
“Fuck, it’s yours. All yours.” It was as if we couldn’t kiss each other deep enough to convey everything we were feeling.
