“Kam,” I plead as he licks my neck and massages my breast. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he rasps.
“Please . . . I just want you.” I slip my hand between his legs and rub his erection. God, I sound so needy, but I’m dying to be with him. Plain and simple.
“You know all you have to do is ask,” he groans, nestling himself between my legs. “Or beg. I don’t mind begging either.”
“This isn’t a time for jokes.” I wrap my legs around him as he rocks against me; the feeling of skin on skin is indescribable.
“Who’s joking?” He sinks inside me, and my body and mind nearly split in two.
“Shit.” I arch underneath him, trying to get as close as physically possible.
“Fuck, I know, you feel so good.” He surges his hips and traps me in his arms. The sensations passing between us are all-consuming, and soon we’re caught up in an unstoppable cadence of longing, hunger, and desire.
As I get closer to the breaking point, I pop my eyes open to find Kam watching me. His lustful, hooded gaze is so poignant; a lump of emotion gets caught in my throat.
“You are so fucking amazing, Laney.” He thrusts harder, deeper. “How did I ever let you go?”
I feel tears threaten as my arousal tingles in my core. “You weren’t the only one who let go.” I hold on tighter, burying my face in his neck as my breathing quickens and I find my release. For those few, short, enrapturing seconds, I belong solely to Kam and regret every moment we ever spent apart.
I’m left quivering in his arms as he stills inside me, his fevered skin matching the temperature of my own.
I’m feeling way too many things at once; too many conflicting emotions all battling to take control. The loudest and most pronounced? Love. The love that’s always been there. It almost breaks my heart.
I close my eyes and breathe in Kam’s masculine scent. I don’t want to think about what tomorrow has in store for us. Tonight, I just want to pretend the different directions our lives are heading in, aren’t going to inevitably tear us apart.
