Desire fills my senses, it clouds everything around us that I don’t even notice Kincaid slipping a hand out from underneath my ass until the sharp slap of his hand across my cheek startles me. Heat radiates across my skin but I welcome the pain.
“Answer me, Brynne.” He demands with his hand around my jaw.
“Fuck, ye..s. Just fuck me already!” I whine, my whole body writhing against his. Desperate to ease the ache between my legs. He can probably see how much I want this, how much I fucking need it because a grin starts to spread across his face. This fucker has got me exactly where he wants me and I never want to leave.
Kincaid doesn’t even say a word as he carries me over to the front door, then he fishes the keys out of my pocket and swiftly unlocks it before kicking it closed behind him. Then, like I weigh nothing, he holds me in one arm again and shrugs the holdall bag off his back, allowing it to drop to the floor with a heavy thud.
“You know..” he starts as he walks us through the house towards the kitchen, “from the moment I saw that table in the basement, I wanted to have you completely naked, completely at my mercy, strapped down.”
His admission warms my flesh, and I can already imagine myself strapped to the table.
Kincaid must catch my heated gaze. “You can already see yourself like that, can’t you? I can see it all over your face. You want that don’t you, love?”
I nod my head, unable to form any words because all I can think about is handing myself over to him, completely. Just before we reach the basement steps, he stops. There’s a seriousness to his face now.
“I want your words, baby. You know how much that means to me.” His words are packed with power. They make me feel safe and secure, a feeling that hasn’t graced my mind in such a long time, not until I met Kincaid anyway.
Gently I brush a stray piece of hair away from his forehead, then cup his cheek with the palm of my hand. Stubble grazes my sensitive flesh and I lean down to place my lips against his.Kincaid hums against my mouth, our tongues dancing like two partners. He squeezes me tightly, then I break the kiss.
“You already have my words, Kin.” I say breathlessly against his soft lips, “but you also have me. My heart, my soul, my mind. Everything that makes up who I am, isyours.”
There’s no way I could pinpoint the exact moment of when I fell in love with this man. It happened so easily that I never evenrealisedthat it was happening, it drowned me like a tidal wave and for the first time in my life, I was able to swim with the current instead of against it. I was able to take control and easily hand it over, too.
Kincaid is so easy to love, and I hope that one day he’ll be able to see that for himself, no matter the baggage that he carries.
There’s a wash of tears that glaze his eyes at my words and I use my thumb to brush them away.
“I love you, Brynne,” he admits, but there’s no shame behind it. There’s no disgust for his feelings towards me and that sends my heart soaring. “I think I fell for you the moment I first laid eyes on you, and I knew then that you’d be the one for me. My other half that I never thought I deserved, yet here you are, completely and wholly mine.”
I brush my thumb across his sharp cheek bone. “Yours.”
To finalise this moment, he slams his mouth against me and carries me into the basement, hands clawing at each other, an urgency to be consumed by one another swallows us whole.
Overhead the lights flick on to illuminate the space and I allow Kincaid to carry me over to the table. As soon as he plants me down, he breaks the kiss and begins to pull off my hoodie, leaving me in just my bra, leggings and boots. Goosebumps begin to prickle across my skin from his scorching gaze. It’s like he’s seeing me with fresh eyes. As soon as I spilled my truth I felt cleansed, a whole new person and Kincaid can see that.
He drops my hoodie onto the floor, then falls to his knees in front of me to untie my boots. Inch by inch he pulls at the laces until my feet are free. The boots quickly join the hoodie on the floor, then he wastes no time in sliding his hands up my legs to reach the waistband of my leggings which he removes as swiftly as he did my other items of clothing.
I giggle as he chucks everything into one pile. “You seem a little desperate.” I quip. The sarcasm elicits me a sharp brow and a cocky smile.
“A little?” He throws back as he leans over me, forcing me to use my elbows to prop myself up. My legs part like they have a mind of their own as he slots himself in between, like he was always meant to be there. “Everything about you turns me into a desperate fucking mess, love. You’re so fucking beautiful and I can still taste you on my tongue from the mess you made on my car.”
Heat washes over my skin, replacing the coldness I just felt as I remember the little act on his car.
He nudges himself even further in between my legs, allowing the zip of his jeans to graze against my pussy, causing me to shudder.
“You tasted so.. fucking.. sweet. It’s a taste that I’ll never get enough of.” Praises slip from his mouth and wash over me like rain. I want to drown in them. To let them swallow me whole.
My legs begin to tremble as he places his palms onto my parted knees. “Kin, please.” I beg without any shame. “This is too much, I need you.”
Rough hands breach my thighs and just when I think he’s ready to touch me where I need it the most, he stops.
“Wha–”
“Lie back, palms flat on the table.” He demands, and who am I if not a loyal slut to this man. I shuffle further onto the table and then swing my legs over before lying flat on the table. The metalis cold beneath me and I shudder at the feeling, nipples taut and stiff under the flimsy material of my bra.
Once my palms touch the table, Kincaid begins to circle around me. A predator taunting his prey, eyes as black as night as he devours me with his gaze. I can practically feel it scorching my skin. He licks his lips, then pulls his bottom lip between his teeth until the tender flesh blooms red. Canines as sharp as blades prick the skin, creating a tiny bead of blood– blood that I want to taste.
I watch every step he takes with intent. My gaze solely focused on him as my heart rams against my chest. As soon as he’s done a full circle, he stops at the end of the table where my feet lay.
