“Tori,” he murmured, his voice gruff and sending goosebumps over my skin.
Everything with Kincaid was a different sensation, drawing a different reaction from my body. All of them were oriented towards two things—him and this feeling between us.
I lightly trailed my fingertips over his chest and abs before curling my palm around his length and stroking. His breath hissed through his teeth again, and I pressed him back. I heard his hand slap against the wall.
I didn’t hesitate and leaned down, lightly teasing my tongue around the tip of his shaft. His fingers laced in my wet hair.
“Tori,” he growled.
My only answer was, “Mmm-hmm?” around his cock as I sucked him into my mouth.
His fingers tightened in my hair. I knelt down, angling my head to the side to glance up as I drew away and released him with a little pop.
“You don’t have to—” he began.
I cut him off. “I want to.” On the heels of a breath, I sucked him in again. I felt his shaft pulse as I dragged my tongue along the underside. Adding a little suction when I reached the tip again, I curled my palm loosely around his length. I stroked up and down as I teased him. He muttered something unintelligible, and I hummed a little bit in reply.
I felt his cock pulse again, and the taste of his release danced over my tongue. Just before I sucked him in once more, and he jerked. His fingers gripped even more tightly in my hair. I drew back as his release spurted out over my hand and down onto my chest.
When I looked up at him, his eyes were dark and his breath coming in heaves. He slowly eased his grip in my hair and pulled me up to standing. We tumbled into a kiss.
Kincaid spun us around, pressing me against the wall as he deftly teased his fingers into my folds. I was already wet. I had been since I’d woken. Now, with his fingers pumping in and out of my channel, I was gasping, clinging to him as he fucked me with his fingers. Somehow, he knew just when to give me the right amount of pressure with his thumb exactly where I needed it. I cried out, shuddering and barely able to stand as I sagged against the tiled wall.
I stared at him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “That was fast,” I finally managed.
Kincaid’s smile was a little wicked. “Well, I could say the same.”
Before I knew it, I was giggling with a sense of giddiness rising like champagne bubbles inside.
We properly showered after that, before getting dressed and going downstairs. It was still early, but now the sun’s rays were breaking in an arc over the mountains.
Bella was still sound asleep. “Does she ever move from that bed?” Kincaid asked, eyeing her affectionately.
“Sometimes. She used to sleep in my bed with me, but she can’t jump up anymore.” I felt a little sad whenever I thought about that sign of her age. “I know she can’t live forever, but she’s my best friend. I’m hoping for some kind of miracle.”
His eyes were warm as he held my gaze. “She seems pretty healthy for her age. How old did you say she was?”
“Almost fourteen. The vet says she’s in good shape with no major health problems other than arthritis.”
“Well, there you go,” he said with a soft smile.
We fell quiet. The silence stretched between us—not uncomfortable, exactly, but uncertain, at least for me. It was a kind of uncertainty that stemmed from something bigger.
I had never actually spent a full night with a man before. I wasn’t some sheltered innocent when it came to sex. And yet, no one had ever meant enough for me to feel comfortable having them stay.
“I need to get home, just to check on my mom,” he finally said.
“And report back on your whereabouts for the night?” I teased lightly.
His lips curled at the corners as he shrugged slightly. “Not quite. She doesn’t expect me to report in. But I do like to check in and make sure she’s doing okay every morning.”
He took a breath, his shoulders rising with it. I could tell he was working through something in his mind and waited. “I want to see you again, Tori,” he said softly.
“Oh, I’m sure you will.” My voice sounded chirpy, as if I’d been surprised mid-sneeze. I tried to rally and sound casual. I was desperate, for myself, not to seem as if this was as big of a deal as it felt inside. “I mean, it’s a small town. It’ll be hard not to see you.”
Kincaid smiled faintly. “But I meant see you. Like, take you out to dinner, lunch, breakfast—whatever you want.”
I blinked. I didn’t know why this surprised me, but it did. “Okay,” I said, clearing my throat. “I feel like I should point this out right now, just so we’re crystal clear—I don’t do the whole ‘seeing multiple people at a time’ thing.”
