This was all new—every sensation a revelation, like my body was waking up for the first time. I’d heard whispers from friends, read things in books, but nothing prepared me for the way it built, layer upon layer, until I was rocking shamelessly against his face. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
When the wave finally broke, it was sudden and blinding. Pleasure snapped through me like lightning, and my back bowed off the wall, mouth open on a silent cry. Kai didn’t stop—kept licking softly through the aftershocks until I went still, trying to catch my breath.
He rose, lips glistening, eyes wild. I reached for him without thinking, fingers wrapping around the thick length of him through his open fly. He was hot, hard, velvet over steel. I stroked once, twice, marveling at the way he pulsed in my hand, the way his abs clenched and his breath punched out.
“Fuck—Emory—” His forehead dropped to mine. “You have to stop or I won’t last.”
I didn’t want to stop. But he gently pried my hand away, kissed my palm, then reached for his wallet on the floor.
“Protection,” he rasped.
“I’m on birth control.” The words tumbled out. “The pill. I take it religiously.”
I waited, suddenly aware of how much his reaction mattered to me. I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t even breathe.
He exhaled hard, relief clear on his face. For one stupid second, I worried that he was scared I’d get pregnant. Terrified of being tied to me like that. The notion stung more than it should have.
This is just sex,I reminded myself.Hot, reckless, one-time sex in a ranger shed. Nothing more.
Except deep down, some quiet part of me already knew that was a lie.
Kai lifted me like I weighed nothing, my back hitting the wall again. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He notched himself at my entrance, the broad head nudging just inside.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice strained. “Or too deep. Anything.”
I nodded, nails digging into his shoulders.
He pushed in slowly.
The stretch burned—sharp, unfamiliar pressure that made me gasp and tense. He froze immediately.
“Breathe, baby.” His voice stayed steady, anchoring me as his lips brushed my temple. “Follow my lead. Relax for me. Let your body adjust—feel how it’s opening for me.”
I tried. Forced air into my lungs, focusing on the warmth of his skin against mine, the steady thud of his heart echoing through his chest into my own. He stayed still, impossibly patient, murmuring low words against my ear—good girl, that’s it, just like that—until the sting eased into something fuller, less painful. Almost…right.
He rocked his hips gently, inching deeper with each careful movement. The burn flared again, but it was different now—mingled with a strange, building fullness that made my breath hitch.
I could feel every inch of him sliding in, stretching me in ways I’d never imagined. It was invasive, intimate, overwhelming. My inner walls clenched around him instinctively, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he whispered, forehead pressed to mine. His breath came in hot puffs against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
He pulled back slightly—slow, controlled—then eased forward again, deeper this time. The friction sparked something new inside me, a flicker of pleasure beneath the ache. I heard the soft, wet sounds of our bodies connecting, the faint creak of the wooden wall under my back as he pressed me harder against it. Outside, wind rustled through the pines, a distant bird called—reminders of how exposed we were, how anyone could hike by and hear us if we weren’t careful.
Another thrust, and he was halfway in. The pressure built, bordering on too much, but his hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, steady.
“You’re doing so good,” he said, voice rough with restraint. “Feel that? That’s me, all for you. Let it in.”
I whimpered softly, biting my lip to muffle it. The fullness was everywhere now—deep in my core, radiating out to my fingertips, my toes. Each slow slide in and out sent tiny shocks through me, the pain fading into a delicious ache that made my hips tilt toward him without thinking.
I heard his ragged breathing, the low growl in his throat when I shifted and took him deeper. My own pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else for a moment.
Deeper still. He adjusted his angle, hitting a spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I gasped—louder than Imeant to—and he covered my mouth with his, swallowing the sound in a deep kiss. His tongue mimicked his hips, thrusting in time, and the dual sensation made my head spin.
The burn was gone now, replaced by slick, heated glide. Every thrust felt better than the last—fuller, hotter, more intense. I could feel him throbbing inside me, the way my body gripped him like it never wanted to let go. The wall dug into my skin, but it only heightened everything—the roughness against my back, the smoothness of him moving in me, the contrast making me dizzy.
But the pleasure was still…distant. Building, yes, but not close enough. The fullness was incredible, overwhelming, but it wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge on its own. My body trembled with need and frustration.
Kai must have felt it—the way my hips stilled, the tiny hitch in my breathing. He slowed, pressing deep and holding there, buried to the hilt. His voice was low, rough against my ear.
