I'm reminded of his words as he snakes across my torso and pulls a box out of the end table by his bed. It's still got the plastic wrap around it.
"You haven't even used one?"Should I be worried about diseases?
"No point in using one when you can't stay hard enough to use the damn thing," he grumbles. "I'm not having that problem now, though. In case you were wondering."
As if to prove it, he flexes his hips like I've seen him do on stage a million and one times already in the short few months I've worked for him. And sure enough, there's a steel rod pressing insistently against the seam of his fly.
"Fuck," I whimper, legs spreading to cradle his hips against mine, "do that again."
"Why don't I do you one better, and do it without any clothes on?" He's already shimmying out of his pants, his expensivesatin top following shortly after, and I've suddenly got a new appreciation for his workout regimen when I spot the way his muscles ripple and shift as he kicks them off the end of the bed and reaches for the condom I've got in my hands. It occurs to me, in some distant part of my brain, that he was going commando under those fancy duds at the gala all night, and I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to ask him if he prefers to free ball it, but damn, I wish I did. "Lift your arms,kara,so I can get you out of this shirt and really look at you."
There was never a chance that I wouldn't follow his every order. I'm so good at it at work, it's no surprise he can get me to do his bidding in his bed, too. But here, instead of working for pay, I'm here purely as half of a whole who wants nothing more than to enjoy the body and presence of the other. There's no boss, no assistant, it's just me, Denali Stone, and him, Kai Kobayashi, two people in—in love.
"Hurry," I whine as he pulls the last of the clothing off my body and throws it on the floor to join his pants, "I need you."
"Oh,kara,I'm right there with you," he growls, slipping the condom on his length as he slides into place at the juncture of my thighs. "Hold onto me, and don't let go."
chapter twenty-eight
Kai
My hands shakea little as I reach up to hook her legs over my hips, as I line up at her entrance and prepare to take what I've wanted since the day she walked into my life, if I'm being honest. But though they shake, she doesn't mock me for it. I know she feels it—she's just too distracted to mention it.
For the first time in a long time, I'm nervous about sex. Not because I'm worried it won't be good enough, but because of what it means this time. I've never wanted anyone like I want Denali, my littlekara,my lovely assistant who I have no business wanting. And I don't know what that means for our future together, just that it makes things complicated. Right now, all I want is her. To be in her, to take her soaring with me. To watch her as she falls apart.
"Are you sure you want this?" I ask her one last time, because once I shift my hips, there's no going back.
"Yes," comes her whispered reply, and then she's shiftingherhips so that I slide in on a groan that feels like it comes from both of us at once.
Being inside her is like nothing I could have ever imagined. She's so tight, so hot, it's like the gentlest yet firmest grip I'veever had on my cock all at once. We fit together like a glove and a hand, and fuck, I haven't even started moving yet.
I'm not going to last long at this rate.
"What are you doing?" she asks quietly, probably unsure of herself as I am of me. "Kai?"
"Just—fuck, just taking a minute to appreciate you," I huff out, hoping she doesn't see through my lie. "Gotta catch my breath."
"Roll over," she says suddenly, her eyes shining with something hot, feral. "On your back."
I'm not in the mood to deny her a thing, so I do, and she comes with me, her hips glued to mine in a way that feels obscene. "Now what?"
She undulates her body above me, and fuck, with moves like that, she'd put most idols to shame. Her hips rise and fall, and my cock glides in and out of her as she moves, the whole thing like a dance we've done together a million times. Except we never have.
"Fuck,kara,just like that," I plead, hands on her hips as she rides me like I'm the prize pony in her stable. "Shit, I?—"
If she wants my attention focused solely on giving her the best sex of her life, then that's what I'll do. I clear my mind like I'm at a meditation session and groan as I get to work—hard, but not impossible, while I'm underneath her. My hips flex, meeting her stroke for stroke, bounce for bounce, but it's not enough. I want more. Need more.
"Roll with me," I say with a gasp, already in motion as she bites her lip and nods, letting me put her under me. Before she can catch up with herself, I'm pounding into her like my life depends on it, like I'm desperate to know what seeing God feels like, and her pussy is the only path to get there. "Fuck, so wet for me, Denali," I breathe, gritting my teeth as she moans my name and arches her back against me. She’s so tight I’m practicallylosing it every time I thrust into her. It’s amazing and beautiful and intense and every little sound she makes has me catching my breath, fighting not to come.
I want this to last. I want to fuck her until noon swings around and I can see the sunlight on her face through the curtains. I wanna spend the afternoon cooking for her, even though I’m terrible at it—maybe I can watch a video online and stumble through it.
Or maybe pigs will fly, as my brother likes to say.
I pull out of her, and her moan of disappointment is so cute I almost wanna drive myself back into her to make her happy again. But I hold off for a moment, long enough to move to the edge of the bed and tug her along with me by the ankles.
She’s all too eager to comply, which makes me happier than she could ever imagine.
Because I’m about to rock her world, and mine. “Spread your legs for me,” I tell her, hoping that sounds as sexy as I think it does.
