“For coffee? Stay for dinner? Sleep over? What?” I search his face for answers.
“All of it. If that’s okay with you.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder.
I nod slowly. “If we’re sure it’s safe, I’m in. She’s been through enough.”
He pulls the neckline of my shirt down, lips trailing over the tops of my breasts. “Can I stay over?”
My head sinks deeper into the pillow. “Yes,” I mumble.
“Every day?” he asks as he dives down and pushes my shirt up.
“Are you asking if you can move in with us?“ With my eyes closed, I bite my lower lip.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs against my stomach, then kisses me.
“I think—Aah…" I inhale sharply as his tongue flicks my nipple.
“Take off your shirt.” He bites gently, and I hiss. As quickly as I can, I wriggle out of my shirt. A broad grin on his face, he cups my breasts and strokes them with his thumbs. “So beautiful,” he murmurs and then sits up. His fingers stroke both sides of my jaw, his eyes bore deep into mine, and then he leans forward. When his mouth finds mine, I open for him immediately. I tilt my head and we deepen the kiss. A shiver runs through me as his tongue caresses mine. I press my fingers into his shoulderblades in an attempt to pull him closer, but it’s useless as his chest is already pressed against mine. My hands wander down to his waist and when I touch his hip, I realize he’s naked. The pressure of his hardness against my underwear, combined with this knowledge, instantly makes me wet, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. I immediately let go of him and hook my fingers behind the edge of my sleep shorts and panties. I wriggle out from under him and pull my clothes off, throwing them on the floor.
“Someone’s in the mood.“ Kyler smiles against my lips.
Then he pushes against my entrance and I moan. Loudly. My head falls back and my eyes close. “Shit, yes.”
“Do you want this?” His tongue slides down my neck.
“Yes,” I say, gasping for breath, and wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me immediately and thrusts into me at the same time. His growl vibrates against my mouth, and I bite his lower lip gently. “That’s it.”
A frown appears on his forehead and his kisses become more intense. I meet every caress of his tongue, then rock my hips gently.
“Hngf," he grunts.
“What?” I giggle and look up into his gray eyes.
With a serious look, he says, “Wait a minute.” He closes his eyes and exhales deeply. “Okay.” Then he takes a deep breath, slides out, and thrusts back in on a single breath. We moan at the same time.
His forehead presses against mine, and my fingers thread through his hair. With every thrust, his lips find mine, and I lock my legs tightly around his hips. “Oh, yes… right there,” I whisper.
Sweat beads on his brow, his muscles taut with tension. His movements grow faster, more frantic—losing their rhythm as he nears the edge. Our breaths come in ragged gasps, his voicerougher than usual as I pull his head closer for a quick kiss before gasping for air.
“I’m coming, Lay,” he groans, voice low and thick.
“Go ahead,” I gasp back, tilting my hips to let him go deeper. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, nails raking down his back.
Then his whole body stiffens and stills. His mouth presses against mine, a moan escaping as he spills into me. And the moment he does, I shatter, crashing over the edge right alongside him.
Forty
AsIrolloffher, I curl up close to her, resting my head on her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothes me.
“The house… your house,” I start quietly, then hesitate. “The bed?”
“It’s mine. I got a new one—everything’s new. I didn’t want anything that reminded me of that day, because that’s exactly what all the old stuff did. I only brought photos, cutlery, dishes… simple things. No furniture.” Her fingers brush my hair back from my face, soft and reassuring.
But as she talks, that familiar shadow of fear creeps in. Deep down, a small voice warns me this feels too good to last. Still, I have to push it aside and trust her.
“What’s going on inside your head?” she whispers, and I can feel her heartbeat quicken beneath my ear.
I shrug, uncertain. “Us. Where do we go from here?”
