Taking her hand, I lead her back toward my bedroom on the other side of the apartment, thankful we’re not sharing awall with my nephew. In all the time he lived with me, I can’t remember ever bringing a woman into our space.
There’d never been a need.
But there is now.
The room is dark, but Kat swats my hand away when I try to turn on the light. Instead she closes the door, backing me against it.
And I let her.
The jacket of my tux slides off her shoulders to reveal her bare shoulders and her full breasts outlined by the dress.
“Kat.”
“Shh…”
I watch in the dim light from the window as Kat’s hands fall to my belt as she lowers to her knees, her hand stroking my dick as she stares up at me.
It’s unexpected.
And really fucking hot.
I want to tell her she doesn’t have to do this. I had planned to massage her from head to toe, but then she sucks the head of my dick into her mouth and all rational thought flies right out the window.
Hollowing out her cheeks, she has me biting out a curse, her lips sliding down my length as her tongue torments me in the best way. There’s nothing hesitant in her movements as one hand grips the base of my dick and the other cups my balls, squeezing gently as she works me in the most exquisite way.
It’s maddening.
My orgasm builds faster than I’m ready for as she loses herself in pleasuring me. I want to pull her off, yank that dress over her head, and make her come with her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening just for me.
I want to fuck her slow and hard, make love to her without the guilt of what it could mean because sheloves meand there’s no better feeling than that.
But she’s too good, her mouth sucking hard as I come apart with her name on my lips and my release spilling down her throat.
It’s enough to make a man declare his love for a woman, but lucky for me,I’m already there.
And now, it’s my turn.
52
TOM
“Can’t sleep?” I ask softly from the doorway of her office. It’s barely three in the morning but I know she’s been up for a while. The sheets aren’t cold yet, but cool enough to indicate she hasn’t been beside me.
She doesn’t startle, just looks up at me with sad eyes, her computer screen illuminating her face.
She’s exhausted.
Grieving.
And trying to figure out where she belongs.
We’d stayed at my apartment for the last week until Kat decided she was ready to come home, but I can see in her eyes that this place might never be home again.
“I don’t want to stay here,” she replies, her fingertips brushing over the top of her desk, “I was so proud when I bought this place, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel safe here again.”
I nod because it’s reasonable. Jace and Ozzy had swept the house the night she’d been run off the road, and the results had been alarming considering I’d done the same the first day here.
Visual and audio bugs were hidden throughout the house, making meextrathankful Kat and I hadn’t gone any further that night on the couch.
