His fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head back slightly. “I’m fucking glad that you can’t stop, honey, because I can’t either.” For a moment, the snow seemed to fall louder, as if the whole world leaned in around that truth. He kissed her again, slower this time, the kind of kiss that didn’t ask for anything except a reason to keep existing, and this time, he didn’t stop. He wasn’t going to give her another out, and she was fine with that, because she didn’t want one.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, honey,” he whispered to her. She hummed her agreement, not able to form words right now. She was a ball of need and lust, and all she wanted was for Gorgon to take her to bed—and this time, she didn’t want to sleep.
He tugged the sweater that she had borrowed from Trudi over her head, leaving her completely bare underneath. She hadn’t bothered with undergarments since borrowing them from Trudi felt unnatural, and hers were in the wash. “Beautiful,” he growled, palming her breasts with his big, calloused hands. She shamelessly leaned into his touch and moaned his name.
“I need you,” she begged as he bent his head to suck one of her nipples into his warm mouth.
“I’m going to take good care of you, honey,” he promised. “Do you trust me?” he asked. She nodded as he kissed his way over to her other breast, giving it the same attention as he had the first one.
By the time he had her jeans down her legs, she was wet and panting as she waited for what he had planned next. Her raw need for him consumed her, and when he tugged off his cut and shirt, tossing them onto the end of the bed, she knew that he was going to keep his promise to her. He was built for sin with his muscles and tattoos. Even the scars that covered his chest made her weak with need.
“Will you tell me about these?” she asked, running her hands over them. He shivered against her fingers and nodded.
“Later,” he promised. “Right now, I need you.” Hearing him say those words to her made her heart race. She hadn’t been wanted or needed in a long time. Cole never asked her for anything. He just took what he wanted from her and didn’t care if she was good with any of it, because telling him no wasn’t an option.
“Hey,” he breathed as he lay her across the bed. “You still with me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’ve just never had anyone say that they needed me before,” she admitted. God, she sounded completely pathetic. She covered her hands over her face, wanting to hide from him after that omission.
He pulled her hands away from her face, and she peeked one eye open to find him smiling down at her. “Don’t hide from me, Kimi. I want you—all of you. I don’t want any secrets between us.”
She nodded and reached for him, tugging him down on top of her body. He moaned and kissed her like he was a starving man. And as he worked his way down her body and settled between her legs, she wanted to hide again, but he didn’t let her.
“Look at me, Kimi,” he ordered. She had her eyes closed tight, and the last thing she wanted to do was watch him do what he was about to do. “I want you to watch me as I eat your sweet pussy, honey,” he growled.
God, he was turning her into a gushy mess. She chanced an eye open and looked down her body to find him watching her—waiting her out. “Good girl,” he praised. He seemed satisfied with her compliance, and when he dipped his head to lick through her drenched folds, she nearly bucked off the damn bed.
“Hold still, honey,” he ordered, splaying his big hand over her tummy, holding her still.
He licked her clit, and she cried out his name. “I’m so close,” she shouted. She knew that everyone downstairs could probably hear her and would know exactly what Gorgon was doing to her, but she didn’t care.
He slipped two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out of her body as he flicked his tongue over her clit, and that was all she could stand. She came, riding his mouth, shouting his name while taking what she needed from him. It had been so long since she had an actual orgasm that she wasn’t sure that containing herself was even possible.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered. “It’s been so long.”
He kissed her thigh and stilled. “So long since what?” he asked.
“Since I’ve had an orgasm,” she admitted. “Cole worried about himself and well, I never, you know—” she breathed, suddenly not sure if she should continue. He looked up her body, seeming almost angry, and she worried that she had already said too much.
“He was a selfish ass,” Gorgon growled. “I’ll always take care of you first, baby.” He looked so serious, she wasn’t sure what to say next. Luckily, she didn’t have to say anything. He worked his way back up her body, kissing every inch of her, and when he stood from the bed to pull off his jeans, all she could do was lie there and take in the show. Her gasp filled the room when his cock sprang free from his jeans. He smiled down at her as hestroked himself, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.
“You’re big,” she whispered. “Will we fit?” she asked.
“We’ll fit, honey,” he assured as he grabbed her legs and tugged her to the side of the bed. He started to sink into her, inch by inch, and when she could tell that he was holding back with her, she wrapped her legs around him and forced the rest of him inside of her.
Gorgon moaned out her name, and it sounded like magic to her ears. He pumped in and out of her body, setting a punishing pace, and Kimi didn’t know where he ended, and she began. They moved as a unit, and when she cried out his name again, he pumped into her a few more times and followed her over, whispering her name over and over.
He pulled free from her body and collapsed onto her bed, pulling her into his sated body. He was warm and felt like home to her. That should have scared the hell out of her, but it didn’t, as she cuddled into his side.
The room went still around them again, as they lay tangled up in the quiet. The heater hummed its steady rhythm while outside, the storm raged on. Kimi traced the line of his hand where it rested against her stomach. “I’m sorry that I mentioned Cole and, well, everything else during sex. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
He stilled beside her. “You didn’t make me mad, honey,” he insisted. “That selfish asshole you were with pissed me off. But it shouldn’t have surprised me with the way that he’s treated you.” He ran his hand over the faint bruise on her wrist. Cole had given her that when he tried to get the envelope back from her. She yanked her arm free from his grip and was left with the bruise that still haunted her.
“I’d never treat you like that, Kimi,” he whispered, tugging her closer. She believed him, too, but for some reason, the lump of emotions in her throat made it hard to tell him so.
They lay in silence for what felt like an eternity, until he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her tighter. “You’re supposed to be resting,” she murmured.
“I am,” he said softly. “For once, I am.” She closed her eyes, unsure whether she’d made peace or war by letting him in. Because whatever came next, they’d crossed something that could never be undone—and the storm outside their walls wasn’t the one she feared anymore. It was the one between them that she knew could do the most damage—and that terrified her.
