“You? Clouded by yourfeelings?” Kira echoed, flicking a bit of water at him. “Yung totoo?”
“It’s new,” he admitted, ignoring her sarcasm. “But I sent her the giveaway, and asked her opinion. The first thing she said was ‘holy shit, dude,’ which might be a compliment.”
“Maybe.” Kira lowered herself a little more into the tub because nope, she was not going to blush because her chocolate idol said her chocolate was holy shit. But she lifted her hand out of the water anyway and gestured Santi to say more things like that.
“She said it was complex and fruity. Something about the way it had the best kind of dryness on her tongue. She also said she wanted to meet you,” Santi said, that tiny grin on his face knowing full well that he’d just done the right thing. “Should I tell her you’re game?”
Kira’s brain short-circuited. Whatever she was expecting by coming over to Santi’s, she certainly didn’t expectthisto be the end result. All she could manage was a nod before she reached forward and grabbed Santi by the shirt, tugging lightly until he got the picture and leaned forward so she could kiss him, and she could touch his jaw with a wet hand.
“Thank you,” she told him, already unbuttoning his shirt as she kissed his neck, and it was her turn to nip lightly at his skin. “For believing in me so much. And not just Chloe, or the chocolates. It’s everything. You believe in me, so much, and I said that was all I needed.”
“It’s a process,” he assured her, his gaze focused solely on her. “But believe in yourself, Kira. You have everything you need to keep Gemini running.”
And she kissed him, just because she didn’t have the words to thank him.
“We are not having sex in the tub,” she told him.
“Notyet,” he said, and kissed her again. Kira gently pushed Santi up, and stood up from the tub, warm, sampaguita-scented water dripping down her body. She heard Santi’s breath catch as his eyes roamed her body, and Kira found that she didn’t feel insecure about his gaze at all.
“Just to be clear,” she told him, picking up the robe she’d discarded earlier to wrap around herself, accepting Santi’s help so she could get out of the tub. “We’re not having sex because of the deal, or because I feel bad about what happened today. We’re having sex because—”
“I’m amazing at it?” He quirked a brow.
“Nice try. It’s because you’re hot. Because I like you. And because I trust you.” She tiptoed up so she could kiss him. Then she turned her head so she could whisper into his ear. “And maybe you are a little amazing at it.”
Then she licked around the shell of Anton Santillan’s ear. Kira had never seen him unbutton his shirt as quickly as he did at that moment.
The robe came off again as soon as they made it back to her bedroom. Santi pulled her in close from behind, peppering kisses on her neck, the back of her ear as his hands pressed against the swell of her breasts, unable to really fully contain them. Kira moaned leaning back against his shoulder. Normally, she would have been happy to accept this adoration. She really would.
But right now, she wanted Santi to come undone. And she was the one who was going to do it.
She wriggled free from Santi’s arms. Ignoring his confusion, she turned to face him, while putting a bit of distance between them. She nudged her head toward the bed.
“Really?” he asked her.
“Ayaw mo?” she teased. Clearly he did want her to, because he sat down at the edge of the bed, his muscles tense, his cock stiff and erect as he waited for her.
Kira made a little humming noise before she approached him, making him lie back before she spread herself beside him, her face close to his chest, her hand just within reach of his cock. She slaked her tongue around his nipple, making Santi hiss before she grasped his cock and gently rubbed up and down, teasing. She nipped at one of his pecs and he arched his back. Kira grinned.
“Harder,” Santi gasped above her. “Kira, please.”
Oh.That was interesting. Very interesting indeed. Kira squeezed a little harder, making her touch a little more languid at the tip, and Santi squirmed. His breaths were getting shorter, he’d actually put one knee up to anchor himself to the bed. Kira, whose leg was looped over his, felt every movement, and found that she liked it, too. She varied her speed, listening to when he cursed or tried to hold back a groan, smiling when he arched his hips.
“Shit,” he gasped, and his hips jerked. “My god.”
“I think you mean Kira,” she giggled, loving the effect she had on him. She took the condom from the side and handed it to Santi (his hands were drier, if clenched a little harder). He slipped it on.
“You’re really going to take everything, aren’t you?” he asked, as Kira pushed herself up off of the bed and kissed him, placing a hand on his hip so he knew she wanted him on top.
“Only if you’re willing.” She kissed him again, tracing the ridges of his jaw, the hollow of his collarbone, the little pebble of his nipple. Santi groaned and arched his hips against her again, and the way he gripped the sheets before he told Kira he was barely hanging on to his control.
“Santi,” she said in a low, whispery voice, her fingers fluttering over his chest, flicking her tongue against his dark brown nipple, making him hiss. He lowered his hips, and she positioned her hand between them so he could feel it when she slipped her fingers inside herself. Kira moaned into his ear as she touched her clit, slightly swollen and begging for attention. “I want everything.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I’m not scared,” she told him. “Because I’m happy. Because you’re you.”
“Come here,” he said, gripping her waist and pulling Kira’s hand away. He sucked at her fingers, tasting her. Then he slid a hand under Kira’s back and hauled her up a little higher, enough that her back was resting against the pillows. He grabbed an extra one and slid it behind her head.
