“Harder,” I mewl, sucking and kissing his throat.
He shifts, slides one hand under my ass, tilts my hips a little, and suddenly, every thrust hits a magical place that has stars blinking behind my eyes.
“Harder?” His teeth scrape the shell of my ear before trailing down the side of my neck. “Hard won’t do shit if I don’t hit the spot, hellcat.”
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in, pushing every millimeter of his cock as deep as possible.
“You’ll come again.” His thumb finds my clit, rolling it side to side, just enough pressure to rip another sharp cry out of me. “I’ve imagined what you’ll feel like spasming around me every time I fucked my fist. Show me, hellcat.”
My body obeys him before my mind can resist, the orgasm flooding my nerve endings.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps and keeps going, fucking me right through it as he groans into my mouth, that noise alone helping me ride the tide that much longer.
Who knew the sounds he makes would be so erotic?
He pushes himself up, never breaking the tempo, eyes roving my body, hands spreading me wider. “Fuck, look at you... wet, pink, taking me so fucking well.”
His breaths turn shallow, every next thrust jerky, deep, less rhythmic until he crushes me into the mattress, groaning against my throat as he spills inside me.
I hold him close, wrapping my arms tight around his back, loving the burn, the stretch, the weight of him. The ragged sound of his breathing fills my ear. I’ve never felt as safe as I do right now, trapped under this dangerous, complicated man.
He doesn’t move right away. He stays inside me, pressed close, his heart slamming into mine. His breath steadies and his big body softens until suddenly, he tenses again, pulling back.
“Fuck... You crashed my brain, Leilani.” He raises on one elbow, looking down on me, his brows knitting together. “I don’t suppose you’re on birth control?”
A cold sweat slithers down my spine.
He just...howdid I notthink about protection? I like Koby, but I’m not having his baby. I doubt he’ll remember my name six months down the line.
What the hell was I thinking?!
“Hey, hey.” His knuckles brush my face. “Breathe, hellcat. You’re fine. I’m not getting you pregnant. I’ll stock up oncondoms and get you the morning-after pill.” His mouth softens against my skin, kissing my jaw, my cheek, the tip of my nose.
“We’re reckless, Koby. I’m reckless. I didn’t even think—”
“I know.” He presses his index finger to my lips. “Neither did I, but it won’t happen again. I promise.”
He kisses me again and it’s nothing like our war of mouths before. This kiss is slower, less fire, more emotion. He bites my lip, soothing the sting with a lick and retracts his hips, rolling onto his side and taking me with him.
I burrow into his chest, my cheek nuzzled over the hastened thump of his heart. I listen as it slowly goes back to normal... and for the first time in years, I might sleep without nightmares.
20
Koby
Inever gave any thought to the aftermath in my Leilani fantasies, only the act. How she’d sound choking on a moan, how her skin would feel under my hands, how her taste would ruin me forever... not what would happen after we’d come together.
It might be because I can’t recall a singleafterwith any other woman. My sexual encounters usually end with me zipping up my pants, and heading out before the sheets cool. No talking, lingering, or cuddling. Nothing that could be mistaken for intimacy.
Now I know how some of those women must’ve felt, watching me leave without a care.
The thought of Leilani rolling away, slipping her clothes back on like sex with me meant nothing, maybe smirking like she got what she wanted and was done with me?
Fuck. That’s a hard fist driving into my chest and ripping through my ribs.
I’ll do whatever she wants. I’ll give her whatever she wants and take whatever she’ll give me. I’ll takeherhowever she wants as often as she’ll allow it.
I just wish I knew where the hell we stand.
