“You don't have to...”
“I want to.” I meet his gaze as I undress him.
“I'm looking forward to doing this when I'm not broken,” he groans.
“Do you want to stop? Am I hurting you?”
“Come here.” He pulls me into a deep kiss, the warm taste of whiskey lingering on his lips.
He's hard and ready for me. I stroke him, silky and hot under my fingers. His hips push against my hand, and I enjoy seeing him so frantic for my touch. I can't wait any longer. I need him.
“Kai... condom?”
“Slow down,” he murmurs against my throat. “We have all night.”
“I don't want slow.”
He laughs, low and dark. “Too bad.”
I nip at his shoulder in retaliation, and that only makes him chuckle more. “Let's go to bed,” he says. “Our first time shouldn't be on a couch.”
I have nothing against the couch, but I let him help me up. He stands, and he's a masterpiece. Naked. Chiseled muscles from his chest and abs to the deep cut V of his hips and thighs.
“Like what you see?” He grins, patting his abs.
I nod, temporarily at a loss for words.
He guides me to the bedroom, his hand warm against my back. He spins me around, and his mouth finds my neck, my collarbone, the spot behind my ear that makes me gasp. I hold onto his shoulders to stay upright.
“Let's take these off, okay?” He slides my leggings down and off.
Cool air hits my skin, followed immediately by the warmth of his mouth. He traces a path from my knees up my thighs to the apex between them. He presses his mouth against my panties.
“I love the scent of your pussy,” he growls. My head falls back as he presses his fingers over my seam.
“Kai, please...” My fingers tangle into his hair as he keeps teasing me over the fabric.
“Please what?” He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
He pulls the panties down my legs, and I stand naked in front of him. I don't have time to feel insecure.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.” His mouth closes over one nipple and I cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my core. He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other.
He slides his hand between my legs and I arch against it, seeking friction.
He slips one finger inside me, then two, stretching me slowly while his thumb keeps a teasing rhythm.
“So wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” The word comes out strangled as he circles my clit. “Only you.”
I rock against his hand, chasing the pressure building up.
He suddenly moves his hand away. “Kai...”
“Shhh, I got you, baby.” He walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. He eases me down and follows, his body covering mine. His weight on me is perfect. He kisses me deeply, his tongue stroking mine, while his hands explore my body. Teasing. Grabbing. Shivers run down my spine.
