“Maybe,” she said, “I’m being a little too mean.”
It was all too much as she bottomed out. My breath hitched as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting with a moan, head tilting back, her blonde hair curling down her chest. She looked fucking perfect. She felt damn good too, a flawless fit. Warm and tight. All for me.
She dragged her hips forward, grinding along my cock, and I was sure I’d been sent straight to heaven. Her body worked against mine, meeting my thrusts from below, pleasure radiating up my body, the feel of her against me intoxicating.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmured, another pull of her perfect pussy. “You own me, Kit Sinclair. Body and soul.”
Her grin lit up her face, and I wondered how I had survived all this time without her. It was like I’d been walking around with half of my heart; she’d had the other piece this entire time.
Every second she drove me further and further. Every grind of her hips; every push of her hand on my chest as she leant forward; every grip on my thighs as she leaned back for a new, deeper angle. It all had me cursing under my breath, swearing to never let her leave again.
All at once, I needed more. Pulling her body down to mine, a hand pressed to her back, I turned, swapping us around so she was beneath me.
The shock across her face was chased away by another soul-tearing smile. “Getting bored?”
“You were perfect. You’realwaysso fucking perfect.” I punctuated each word with a kiss on her lips. “I want to show you what we’ve been missing out on all these years.”
I slid back inside of her, watching her eyes roll back as I went in hard and deep. Burying my head in the crook of her neck, I kissed and sucked while I thrust forward, needing the closeness. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, as if she felt the same as I did.
Her hair fell around her head like a golden crown. She knew her power, understood the hold she had over me. Beneath me, Kit was raw and untangled.
I stretched my arm down towards her clit, trying to bring her to the edge, wanting to watch her fall apart.
“I’m close,” she exhaled.
“So am I.” I could already feel the building anticipation. It was embarrassingly quick; I still didn’t know how to hold back with her – didn’t want to either.
When I finally felt her tighten around my cock, I was done for. Her body stiffened and shuddered under mine, and hearing her breathless moan, her fingers gripping and scratching down my back, it pulled me down with her. With my own cry, my body went limp, and I had to do the best I could to stop my weight from crushing her, but my feet had stopped responding, my mind blank.
The world around me disappeared until there was only her. The scent of sweat on her skin, the heat of her body, the pull and drag of her core, the friction of her skin against mine.
Lifting my head, my gaze found hers, the blue deeper than I’d ever seen it. “You okay?” I asked, clearing her hair from her forehead before I could collect myself enough to roll from her.
“Better.” She smiled. “You?”
“I’m good,” I managed, my voice still hoarse.
I didn’t know how to tell her that with her I’d never be less than okay. That my world felt complete around her. That the idea of making anyone else fit in the Kit Sinclair-shaped hole in my heart felt closer to a cruel joke than reality.
There was only her.
There could only ever be her.
She’d kept my heart for thirteen years. And now, I was sure that she’d hold it forever.
“So, what is this about?”Kit lay on her side, her warm body tucked beside mine. She eyed up the tattoo across my collarbone, trailing her fingers along it, sending sparks down my spine. My arm stretched under her body, pulling her close, my hand pressing at the low of her back.
We’d cleaned up, washing each other in her ensuite with her expensive shower gel. I smelt like her now, and I was almost sure I was willing to start using her fancy brand if it meant I could keep her around like this.
My head tilted back against the pillow, a heavy sigh escaping me. “It’s complicated.”
“I’m sure you can keep it simple.”
With those blue eyes looking up at me, there was no way I could say no. It was a tactic that Scottie had learned over the years, and it turned out I was as helpless to her mother.
I rubbed a hand along my face, pulling up the courage to tell her. “It’s coordinates.”
“I gathered that.”
