Still, it's hard to ignore a man who puts you on his bed and then nosedives in your pussy with a hedonistic grin and a confession that he's obsessed with you and no other woman will do.
My fingers curl in his hair as he nuzzles me through the briefs I borrowed from his wardrobe. And thanks to Kai and his eagerness, they're now drenched.
I've dreamed of this moment, wondered what it would feel like to be in this exact position. But now that I'm here, I don't know what to do. My brain is on autopilot, and failing to stay in a single lane on this highway of hotness.
"Kai," I breathe, my voice weak and shaky, "what are you?—"
His eyes look up at me from where he's sprawled between my thighs, one calf hooked over his shoulder. His voice is raspy, thick with arousal. "I've imagined what it would be like to taste you since you wore that red pencil skirt to work your third day on the job."
My eyes widen. "That long?"
I can't believe it when he nods at me to confirm. "That long." His hands skate up my legs, starting at my heel, moving up and over my ankle, taking their time to arrive at my thighs. "You've intrigued me for so long, I can't remember when I stopped thinking of you as my assistant and started thinking of you as something just out of reach, something I wanted but couldn't have." Those gorgeous eyes of his, the same ones he turns on the cameras to melt hearts across the world, burn a hole straight to my soul. "I'm tired of denying myself what I want."
"Kai, I'm—I'm scared." I don't want to lose my job. But I do wanthim.There's no way I can have both. "What happens when we cross this line?"
His smile is lazy and sly as he leans over on one elbow and trails his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, inching closer and closer to the edge of the borrowed briefs with every pass. "Well, you get laid. I get laid. We get laid together. For starters."
I swear, no matter how old or young, men are men, no matter what culture they come from.
"Practicing your dad jokes a little early in life, aren't you?" Still, my legs fall a little more open for him at his gentle nudging, those fingers still exploring, probing, seeking out the end goal at an unhurried pace.
"Fine, you want me to be serious?" He lifts himself up and abandons teasing me to block out the light in the room with his torso, bringing us face to face. "Let's get serious."
His lips descend on mine, and fuck, it's everything I've been led by the tabloids and fantasizing of fans to imagine it to be. It's slow, unhurried, as he takes his time to stake his claim and show me just what he wants—my surrender. And damn it all if those soft lips and probing tongue don't have me unfurling the white flag already. And I'm still wearing clothes.
His clothes.
When he pulls back, Kai nips the edge of my bottom lip, licking the wound as soon as he makes it. There's a groan that slips free of his throat that mirrors how I feel inside, filled with yearning and an ache.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now," he insists, his words breathless. "But please don't lie to me. To yourself. I want the truth."
"I–" I open my mouth to admit it, but it's hard, and the words don't come out right. "I can't."
"Stop worrying about everything outside of this room, and tell me what your heart wants, Denali," he demands as his mouth moves down my jaw, seeking out the hollow of my collarbone, which he fills with his tongue and teeth and lips. "Don't deny yourself what you want just because you're scared,kara."
"Why do you call me that?" I ask suddenly, wanting to know."Kara."
"Let me show you how to fly, and I'll tell you after," he promises, his eyes flashing with a low burning warmth. "I promise."
Kai kisses like he's got all day—he does, but that's not the point. The way he soothes my worries and fears is like nothing I've ever experienced with a man before. The second my fear rises back to the surface, he chases it away with his lips, tongue, teeth, until all I can think about is him. Those hands tug at thewaistband of my—his—briefs on my waist, and all I'd have to do now is lift my hips and he could have me out of them.
So I do.
The groan of appreciation that leaves him as he bares me to his gaze is nothing short of ego-stroking.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispers in awe, brows in his hairline as his gaze rakes over me, top to toes, and then back again. "I can't wait to be inside of you."
"Me either," I whisper, blushing when I realize he can hear me. "Do you still have some of those condoms I brought you last week?"
He stops planting kisses along my torso to stare at me in stunned shock. "That was afiftypack, Denali."
I quirk a brow right back at him. "And?"
"Of fuckingcourseI have some left. I'm not a degenerate."
Yeah, I couldn't get it up for her.
She was no you.
