Chapter Nineteen
BEA
The pale morning light fills the room as I peel my eyes open and have a mini but silent freak-out.
Oh, my God. I’ve just spent the night with a man who could’ve stepped from my Rumblr feed. A man who’s the epitome of every dirty idea I’ve ever had wrapped in a pristine three-piece suit.
Except he’s not currently wearing a suit.
Not according to the lethal weapon pressed against my ass.
‘You sore, you dirty girl?’
I shiver as Kit’s hand tightens on my breast, the big spoon to my smaller one. His teeth and tongue tantalise the skin of my shoulder as he whispers those sleep roughened words against me.
‘Not sore. I’m dead.’ My words sound more like a groan, and his chest begins to move against my back in some semblance of a laugh. ‘It’s true,’ I grumble into the pillow. ‘I’m aching in places I didn’t know existed.’
‘If you can’t tell the difference between well fucked and dead, you should ask for a refund on your medical school tuition.’
I try to peer over my shoulder but can only view him through the curtain of my hair.
‘I’m well andtrulyfucked, and I’m never moving again. I may as well be dead for all the use I’ll ever be.’ My head flops back to the pillows as he resumes his kissing and licking, the delicious glide of his morning stubble igniting my skin. ‘I’m broken, I tell you.’ My tone is husky and, in hindsight, most likely encouraged him.
‘No, honey bee. Not broken. Just broken in.’
How hot is that? It shouldn’t be. I’m not a horse, or a meek virgin, but broken in, and for him, sounds so... raw and sort of sexy.
The other kind of raw, the kind my vagina is... is not so sexy.
I try to lift my head again. ‘I certainly feel broken in.’
‘So it should be easier this time, right?’That sexy smirk should work, right?
I start to laugh a little. ‘Yes, maybe easier, but I might need more time. I think my vagina will be ready to receive you sometime next week.’
His forehead rests against my shoulder, and he exhales a long breath. ‘Ah, honey bee, you’re killing me. What am I gon’nae do with this in the meantime?’ Kit slides a hand between my thighs, lifting my leg and opening me wide enough to slide his length along my seam. My resistance melts along with the smooth slide of his shaft.
‘Why do you smell so good,’ he rasps against my ear. ‘I can’t place the smell.’
‘L’eau de ejaculate, I think it’s called.’ My silly giggle draws off; my breathing sort of heavy as he begins to slowly jack his hips.
‘Ah, that must be why it’s familiar.’ His voice carries the hint of laughter that’s short lived. ‘I should’ve gone easier on you.’ Even as he says this, the rough stubble of his bristled chin deliciously abrades my skin, the heat of his tongue following, soothing and causing goosebumps to break out along my limbs.
‘No, it was perfect. I like being hurt by you.’ My breath halts along with the admission.I did, didn’t I?Despite my playful morning complaints, I’m relishing the aches, each seemingly tied to a flash of memory or sensation.
His hungered gaze as he slid the bra from my arms.
The noises he made as he buried his face between my legs.
The way his piercing rubbed my insides.
The way he looked as he came at the end.
‘Life is suffering,’ Kit whispers, bringing both my hands up onto the pillows and folding them in one of his. ‘The key is choosing what or who you’ll suffer for.’
‘Kit.’ His name is pure, carnal groan. ‘That’s so deep for a Saturday morning.’
‘Mmm, just how you like it,’ he responds as his piercing brushes against my clit.
