“Every second of every day.”
“Stalker,” I accuse.
“Yup.” He wears the name with pride.
“So, I think we had a deal.” I hold up my hand and him over the fire.
“I believe we did.” He crouches down. He’s shirtless, and sinful, and way too sexy for his own damn good. “I like you all wet.”
“I like you wet, too.” I pull him into the pool.
When he pops his head out of the water, he heads straight for me, pinning me against the wall and sliding his tongue all the way into my mouth, eating me slowly with kisses. I moan instantly, my body succumbing.
“I’ve missed you.” I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back with full force.
“I’ve always been right here.” He licks my neck, up and down, tasting, craving, consuming. Shifting us over to where we can stand better, Ky crushes me back against the wall. I get lost in the feel of him. In his strong hands groping me, in his powerful body pinning me in place, in the feel of his erection digging in right between my legs.
“Kira.” The intensity in his eyes and his voice tells me everything I need to know. He wants me. Right here and now, no matter what, and I want him, too. I need him, too.
“Yes, God, please. Fuck, yes.” I’m desperate for him. There’s so much inside me that needs to come out, and Ky is the only one who can release it.
“You have to be quiet, Snow.” He spins me around so I can grip the ledge of the pool. I can barely stand on my tiptoes, but he locks me in a hold so tight I’m not going anywhere.
He groans against my neck as he massages one of my breasts. The need pouring out from him insatiable. I love the way he overtakes me. The way he dominates me. The way he makes me feel safe even in his ravenous state.
“Please touch me,” I rasp as his hand moves south down my torso. He traps my mouth with his as he sensually uses all four of his fingers to massage my clit. “This is mine,” he growls, and I nearly see stars, the pressure is so perfect. “And this.” He pushes a finger inside me and pumps sternly. “You’re all fucking mine, Kira.”
“Yes,” I huff, arching in his iron hold. “Ky, I need you.” My voice is breathy, and he’s barely even begun.
“Need me where?” he goads.
“Inside me, please.” I’m achy and anxious and just want him to dive in so deep the stars and solar system blend into one.
“Mmm.” He nips at my flesh, liking my response. He shifts slightly behind be, and then I feel it, the blissful head of his erection nudging at my entrance. We’re both barely clothed, him in just basketball shorts and me in a tight tank top and panties, but it’s as if we’re completely bare. Nothing is stopping us or coming between us.
Ky sinks into me so deliberately slow I experience every single inch of him on a heightened level. I moan out into the blackness of night, smothered by a haze of lust.
“Shh, baby.” Ky covers my mouth as he flexes his hips provokingly. But it’s so good, and I’m so over-sensitized, I just want to release it all. There is so much I need to let out. I don’t hold a damn thing back, using his hand as my sound barrier. My sighs intensify with every powerful, measured thrust. My body permanently tense, my pussy permanently constricted. “Jesus, Kira.” Ky feels it, too. We don’t break eye contact as we fuck, as we make love, as we reconnect in a way we so desperately needed to. “You’re so tight I can barely take it,” he pants, labored. He doesn’t realize I’m riding the same maddening wavelength. He’s so thick and hard and long I’m disintegrating right in his grasp. I’m battling for breath when something suddenly shifts, a snap of sparring desire. We both instinctually need the release, our bodies assuming control as nature intended. Ky drives harder, faster, deeper, possessed by a surge of ecstasy. The fiber-splitting rhythm is our undoing.
There’s no holding back the orgasm rushing to engulf my body. I tremble and fight against Ky’s hold, needing an outlet for the moment of impact, but he keeps me restrained, forcing all the pressure to concentrate right smack in the center of my thighs. I scream behind his hand when I come from the hysteria of pleasure. It's one of the hottest, most forbidden orgasms of my life. It explodes right out of me, releasing tension buried so deep inside it was residual from my past.
Ky comes seconds after me, the water splashing around us as his violent thrusts rattle us both.
His hand slides from my mouth when the convulsions subside, and he rests his worn, heaving body against mine. Pressing sensual kisses down my neck, he continues to hold me tight. “You drive me crazy, and you make me sane. How is that possible?” he murmurs.
I laugh in a sex-induced daze. “I could ask the same thing about you.”
Loosening his hold, he spins me in his arms so we are face to face and stares at me like I am the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “I am so stupidly in love with you,” he declares. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
“I don’t recall you actually proposing. That was the deal, right? I get the ring, you pop the question?”
“I do recall such a conversation. Yes. That seems like such a long time ago, though.” He pretends to ponder.
“I know how to keep a guy waiting.” I steal a kiss from him.
“You also know how to teach him a few things.”
“Oh, yeah, like what?” I ask dreamily.
