“Stay da night, Kitten.”
Her head came up and she stared at him. “How did you know that I was just thinking I didn’t want to sleep alone tonight?”
“I didn’t, but I am tinkin’ da same ting, cher.”
“Okay.” When Remy pulled her close to his side she felt safe. Once they were inside the house, she leaned up and kissed him. She knew he was worried about moving too fast for her and she wanted him to know that tonight she wanted more than to just be held. She wanted him.
“You need to tell me what you want, Kitten.”
“I want you to make love to me, Remy.” It was almost as if he’d read her mind.
A groan escaped him as his lips met hers again. “Dat I can do.”
Kylie squeaked when he suddenly picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. They shared a heated kiss before he set her on her feet next to the bed. His hands went to the waist of her dress, and he slowly lifted it, revealing her to his hungry gaze. The look in his eyes made her shudder and caused dampness to pool between her thighs.
“You are so damn beautiful, Kylie,” Remy growled once the dress was gone.
“You make me feel that way every time you look at me.” Her hands moved to his shirt and she watched his face as she undid each button. The hunger and desire in his eyes increased with every button. Her palms slid against his skin as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms to pool on the floor near her dress. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” she whispered.
“For eternity, Kitten.”
He kissed her then and her knees felt weak. The passion in that kiss had her body heating up in no time. Her body jerked a little when he suddenly ripped her panties at the side so he could get them off her. For just a moment she froze as an old memory tried to surface. She pushed it away with effort. She would not let her time with Remy be tarnished by ugly memories.
“It’s a’right, Kitten. If you need me to slow down, all you have to do is say so. I won’t ever rush you.”
“No, it’s okay. It was just an ugly memory, nothing more. I want this, Remy. I need it.”
Remy
Remy heard the truth in her voice. Over the weekend, he’d been a gentle lover but now, she needed him to be more aggressive to erase those memories for good. “If it gets to be too much, you tell me to stop, understand?”
“Of course.”
He felt her relax at his words. Yeah, she needed him to be more aggressive with her right now. He got her bra off and pushed her onto the bed. Before she could do much more than squeak, he had her legs spread and his mouth buried against her sex. “You’re so fuckin’ wet already, Kitten.” Two fingers slid into her and he smirked at the way her hips jerked and a moan escaped her.
”Dat’s it, Kitten. Don’t tink. Just feel and know dat ever’ting I do is for mutual pleasure,” he growled. He used his mouth and fingers to push her to the edge and over. The look of euphoria on her face was nearly his undoing. He shucked his pants and boxers then joined her on the bed and moved up her body, kissing a path up to her lips, before he kissed her deeply.
“Remy…I want…”
“Tell me, cher.” He watched as she swallowed nervously. What was she wanting that made her so nervous?
“I…want to taste you.”
“Are you sure, Kitten? You know you don’t have to do someting just because I did it.” He knew Ezra forced her to perform oral sex on him. He didn’t want her to ever feel obligated to return the favor.
“I know, Cajun. I’m sure. This is what I want.”
He groaned as her fingers found him and stroked lightly. “Well, den, who am I to deny you what you want?” He gave her a wicked grin and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
Remy watched as Kylie kissed her way down his chest. Her kisses were almost tentative at first, but by the time she’d reached his abdomen, they’d grown in surety. When her tongue suddenly flicked out across the head of his cock, he groaned. When her mouth enveloped him in wet heat, he felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Without thought, one hand slid down to lightly grip her hair. He felt her stiffen and started to release her, then stopped. He wanted to letherdecide if he needed to let go. “Are you a’right, Kitten?” His voice was thick with desire.
Kylie’s eyes lifted to Remy’s and she nodded. She released him long enough to murmur, “I’m okay,” and then she enveloped him again.
Remy groaned and he had to force himself to remain still as she took him as far into her mouth as possible. “You keep dat up, and I’m not gonna last much longer, cher.” He reached for her and tugged her up his body. “Enough, Kitten. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, please.”
Part of him wanted to forgo the condom, but until their relationship was on firmer ground, he wasn’t going to risk anything. He managed to reach over far enough without having to make Kylie move, got a condom out of the nightstand, opened it, rolled it on, and then settled her over him. He wanted to watch her. “Ride me, Kitten.”
