Kit dipped his chin in a solemn nod, and it felt as though a weight lifted off me.
“Of course,” he said. “But, Pen…”
I shook my head to silence him. That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t want to talk or even think about that vile green poison and the havoc it could wreak. I was happier pretending we were in a different time and place for one more night.
Scooting closer, I dipped in to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, and his fingers pressed into the back of my neck. I reached for him, then, threading my arms around his back and pulling myself into his lap where I’d wanted to be all along.
I kissed him again and again. Up his jaw and over his ear where I nosed into his curls.
His other hand roamed across my bare back, skating along my ribs and dragging nails over my skin. I shivered and surged closer. My knees settled on either side of his thighs, straddling his lap so I could roll my hips into his while I covered him in kisses.
Kit’s chest fluttered with unsteady breaths. I wanted to feel him closer still, so I fumbled to the hem of his shirt and gave a tug. He released me and raised his arms to let me strip the garment off and throw it aside. The heat of his skin seemed almost scorching as I wrapped him in an embrace, feathering my lips across his shoulders and up the front of his throat as his head lolled back.
Soft sounds of pleasure answered my advances, and Kit adjusted his grip to my waist. He guided me forward and back, creating friction against the hardness I felt inside his trousers. My own member swelled in response, and I rocked against him, kissing and touching everything I could. When my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head aside so I could snake my tongue along the hard line of his jaw, Kit groaned long and low.
His hands squeezed around my hips, instructing my movements in a needful way that spurred my desire. When I bent in again, he caught me in a kiss, threading his tongue between my teeth and stealing my breath. We stayed entangled, and I pressed harder against him. The stiffness of his erection between my legs drove me mad.
Finally, I slid my hand down to his lap and palmed over his length. The subtle stroke made Kit jerk. He arched up into me and, for the first time, I thought he wanted the contact as much as I did.
“Kit?” I murmured.
He hummed in response, and his eyes found mine.
“I want to touch you.” My gaze dropped to where my fingers were curled around his shaft but still hampered by the woolen material between us. “I need to feel you… please.”
And I didn’t much care how it happened. On me or in me, I wanted the intimacy of touching and being touched without hindrance. I wanted to know Kit that way and to have all of him. Forever. Even if forever was only one night.
His expression grew focused, cutting through the heady cloud of pleasure. He looked down, too, to where my hardness rested atop his, tenting the fabric of my trousers and begging for release.
He nodded, and I sprung into motion, scooting aside so I could shimmy out of my pants while Kit removed his.
I paused, standing before the couch and taking in the sight of him. He was, without doubt, the most stunning man I’d ever seen, cut with muscles from his broad shoulders down his chest and stomach to the trail of dark hair leading to his groin. He was so hard, and I lingered on that, lusting for him in a way that made my mouth water.
When my gaze returned to Kit’s face, pink tinged his cheeks. His eyes avoided mine, and his hands moved toward his lap as if he wanted to shield himself from my inspection.
I made a soft sound and moved close to him again, straddling his thighs and warming his body with mine.
“Darling, you’re perfect,” I told him, taking his hands and placing them on my sides. “Gods, you’re gorgeous.”
He trembled, from a chill or nerves I couldn’t be sure. But I pressed into him anyway, cradling his face in my hands and capturing him in the moment.
His ragged breathing slowly evened out while I sat still, smoothing his hair back from his forehead and tenderly kissing his temple and cheek.
“Pen, I haven’t…” The sound of Kit’s rasp prompted me to lean back and meet his eyes. They were stretched wide, almost fearful, but hungry too. The desire hadn’t left, but it was at odds with a sort of worry I didn’t understand.
Kit’s throat bobbed through a hard swallow. “I’ve never been with anyone like this. I haven’t…” He trailed off, but his meaning was clear.
A smile pulled at my lips. “I’m your first?”
He gave a scarce nod. “Yes. For quite a few things.”
The gravity of the moment settled on me. Considering our age difference, I had expected Kit to be the practiced one between us. The idea that he had never trusted anyone with this part of himself, but now he was trusting me, was staggering.
“And you’re sure…?”
He nodded again.
I remembered my first time as a rowdy teenager still learning about my body and how to seek and give pleasure. Dawson had a far better time than I did in the awkward mix of pleasure and pain, and I came to the eventual conclusion that we weren’t doing things quite right. Those rolls in the hayloft had been devoid of much emotion or care, but I knew better now.
