“You’re gonna come for me,” I say against her, lips brushing her clit.“Come on, baby.Let go.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, her whole body rigid for a beat—then she shatters.
She comes with a cry, her thighs squeezing my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as I keep licking her through it, slow and greedy, drinking in every last wave.
I don’t stop until she’s limp, breathless, wrecked, and glowing.
And when I finally crawl back up her body, her eyes are dazed, her mouth parted, and her skin flushed as if she just survived something holy.
I kiss her—soft, deep, full of everything I can’t say yet.
Then I whisper, “I’m not done with you.”
Because I’m not.
Not even fucking close.
“I need you,” I murmur against her jaw, voice splintering with everything I’ve held back for too long.“I need to be inside you.I need to feel you wrapped around me.I need—fuck, I just need you.”
She looks up at me, eyes heavy with lust and something softer beneath it.“Then stop waiting.”
I breathe out a curse and pull back.
She’s still spread out across my bed, her face flushed and glowing, her lips swollen from kisses, her thighs slick from my mouth.
I sit back on my knees, watching her watching me, her gaze dragging down my body like a caress.
She reaches up, trailing her fingers over my abs, the jagged scar beneath my ribs, the tattoos on my hip bones.Her touch is reverent, almost shy.
“You’ve changed,” she whispers.
“So have you.”My voice is thick.“But you still fucking ruin me.”
I unbutton my jeans, shove them down along with my briefs, kicking them away, finally bare in front of her.Her eyes drop, and she moans—quiet, throaty.It’s the sexiest goddamn sound I’ve ever heard.
I reach into the nightstand, fingers shaking slightly, and grab a condom.Eddie gave them to me last week to give me a hard time.Saying maybe by having them, I could get lucky.Who’s laughing now?Obviously not me.I’m too busy with the most beautiful woman in the world.
When I turn back, Kit’s on her knees, in the middle of the bed.Reaching for me.
“Let me,” she says, voice warm and low.
I step close.
She tears the foil, her hands slow and careful, eyes locked on mine the whole time.Then she rolls it on me—smooth, sensual, her touch lingering like she’s branding me with her fingers.
My body jerks, a groan caught in my throat.“Fuck, Kit.”
She just smiles.Wicked.Sweet.Like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
And then I’m crawling back over her.
Kissing her slow, deep.Our mouths glide, our breaths tangle, our chests press together, skin slick and alive.My hips nestle between her thighs, and she opens for me, welcoming, ready, the heat of her wrapping around me like a gravitational pull I can’t fight.
I line myself up, the tip of me brushing her entrance.She’s wet and hot and begging.
I look into her eyes.“Tell me.”
“I want all of you,” she breathes.“Now.”
