They both kicked off their shoes and he cradled her in the crook of his arm, slowly kissing her. Dewi laced fingers with him and tugged his hand down to her jeans, to the fly. Then she released him and started working on his, taking her time.
This might be the last fragile slice of time they could enjoy like this for a while, depending on what happened tonight and over the next few days and weeks. No way in hell would she squander it.
Life was short, and all this bullshit hammered that home deep into her soul.
At the end of her life, she wouldn’t regret taking moments like this with Ken. She’d only regret it if they didn’t live life to the fullest. And she knew what she and Ken did in this moment wouldn’t make a single bit of difference in the outcome of Peyton’s situation, and her brother would likely be the first to tell her to take time for herself.
Kissing, exploring, they slowly helped each other undress until they lay twined in each other’s arms, skin to skin, nuzzling and teasing, tasting.
Ken cupped her right breast in his hand and gently teased her nipple with his thumb. “Did I ever tell you how lucky I believe I am to have met you?’
He’d wedged a thigh between hers and the tingles making their way from her nipple to her clit made her want to rock against him. “I think I’m the luckier one,” she said. She nipped his lower lip, enjoying how his erection twitched in response between them. “I brought you into an insane situation and you didn’t run screaming.”
“No, I didn’t run.” The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile. “I just fainted.”
That made her softly snicker. She licked the hollow of his throat while he nibbled along the shell of her ear. “But you did it with flair,” she teased. “The Russian judge totally would have given you at least an 8.1 for that swan dive off the barstool.”
He met her gaze and started giggling, until they were both laughing and the sound of it helped sweep a comforting salve across her soul. Ken rolled onto his back, pulling Dewi on top of him. He was more than ready and she took her time, slowly riding him, loving the dark hunger building in his eyes like clouds in a Florida thunderstorm. He reached between her legs with his right hand, his thumb stroking her nub while he teased her nipples with his left. She’d take her time and make this one last a while because she wanted her mind only on him, on them, on this moment, for as long as she could enjoy it.
With one hand braced on his chest as she rolled her hips against him, she studied every line on his face, the shadows and depths in his brown eyes.
The intensity in that gaze as he watched her.
Like she was the only thing in the world that existed for him.
Nothing had ever felt as good, as right as these times with him.
She leaned in, kissing him and enjoying the way his left hand threaded through her hair, gently fisting it, holding her in place as his right fingers teased her and drew her closer to release.
“Give it to me, baby,” he whispered through their mate bond. “Show me how good it feels.”
She wanted to make it last, but his words plucked at her clit, sending jolts of desire through her body. His fingers perfectly stroked and teased her, and combined with the feel of him inside her, the slow cascade built, stronger by the second.
She wanted to give it to him. She wanted to completely give herself over to him. In a perfect world, she’d be happy being his mate and keeping their house and letting him lead the way.
But this wasn’t a perfect world, and the only perfection she got to enjoy was this brief respite right here.
Harder, faster, she rocked on his shaft, now bracing both hands against his chest for leverage as she rode him.
“That’s it.” He never broke their kiss, and for a second, the thought that she felt sorry for people who didn’t have this connection with their mate flitted through her brain before pleasure kicked it out again. “I want to feel you come all over me, baby. I’m not going to until after you do.”
Desire took over, and Dewi was sooo close. Until that bubble finally filled and popped and pleasure surged through her, amplified by the feel of his cock inside her.
She’d swear he let out a soft growl. “There you go, sweetheart. Good girl.” Another ripple of pleasure washed through her at his words and he grabbed both of her hips and started fucking up into her, completely taking control even as they still kissed. It didn’t take him long to catch up, and when his climax hit, he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his arms wrapping around her to hold her pressed against his body while they continued kissing.
Finally, she closed her eyes and lay her head on his chest while his fingers played with her hair. In her ear his pulse slowed, finally settling into its normal rhythm, and they both let out contented sighs.
His warm breath caressed the top of her head. “Love you so much, baby,” he whispered.
“I love you, too. Can we just lie here for a little while?”
He reached down, found the sheet, and pulled it up over them. “Yeah. I think that’s a perfect idea.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Peyton
Feeling had returned to Peyton’s fingers and toes. After Jake untied him they’d moved to a larger cave close by, only getting slightly drenched in the process. This cave was better apportioned, as well as better hidden. They sat huddled around a small, round, metal fire pit while several canvas tarps tacked to a wooden frame and disguised on the outside with foliage repelled the worst of the drafts.
