Even at times when we’re arguing, I find reasons to fall for King all over again and in new, inexplicable ways.
For instance, last week, we argued over the new couch we bought. We wanted different ones and King pushed hard for his choice. He pushed so hard I wanted to punch him in the face at one point. It turned out he wanted that couch because he was convinced it would be better for my back. He also wanted it because he knows I almost always fall asleep in front of the television at night, and he believed I’d be more comfortable on it than the smaller couch I wanted. None of his reasons were abouthim, and when I realised that, I knew he’d stolen another piece of my heart.
And right now, while he’s trying to figure out how to teach our son about being a good man, I’m falling all over again because I’m remindedhe’sthe best man I know. King might be an asshole at times, and he might be moody and bossy, but he’s always,always, trying to give his best to me and our children.
“Did you talk with Hailee about this yesterday? About how they’re handling it with Brax?” he asks.
“We only had enough time to have a quick conversation about it, so we didn’t really get into that. We’re having coffee together this morning.”
He nods. “I’ll talk with Travis this afternoon.”
I place a hand on his hip, my fingers digging into his skin lightly. “I love you.”
His brows lift as he looks down at me, but even as he’s looking at me questioningly, his body’s moving into mine like it’s the most natural thing for him to do next. “Because I’m gonna talk with Travis?”
I dig my fingers a little harder into his hip and smile at him. “No. Just because.”
His hand comes to my throat. “That’s not an answer, Lily,” he says in the rumbling, demanding way he’s perfected over the years.
As we come together skin-to-skin, I curve a leg around his. I then reach for the back of his neck while he grips my ass and lifts me into his arms. My back presses against the cool tiles and I wrap my arms and legs around him. “Because you’re a good man.”
His nostrils flare and he growls, “Fuck,” right before his lips crash down onto mine and he kisses me like he’s starved for me.
It will never matter how many times I have King’s lips on mine, his arms around me, his hands all over me, and his body against mine—it will never be enough.
I’m as starved for him as he is for me. Even on the days I have him more than once.
He kisses me so thoroughly, so deeply, so fiercely that I’m not sure I’ll be able to think straight for the rest of the day.
When he finally comes up for air, I say, “I need you in me. Now.” When he drops his gaze to my throat, I grip him and say, “No. Whatever you’re thinking of doing to me, we’re not doing it now. I just want you to fuck me. Right now.” Because heisthinking of doing something other than just fucking me. I know that by the look in his eye. And whatever it is, it’ll take time.
He curses again, but he gives me what I want.
A moment later, he’s got me on my feet facing the wall, hands to the tiles, cheek to the tiles, practically begging him to hurry up while he takes longer than I want to get his dick inside me.
Curving a hand around my throat, he brings his mouth to my ear. “Tonight, you’re giving me whatIwant.”
Those words flood my veins with even more need. They’re a demand I’ll happily comply with because they’re a promise of pleasure.
“King,” I beg. “Hurry up.”
He thrusts inside me on a deep growl and my eyes squeeze closed when he fills me. I moan, my hands flattening against the tiles and all the air inside breathing out of me.
King keeps one hand around my neck and brings his other hand around to my pussy. He rubs my clit exactly how he knows I need him to while fucking me.
Dropping his mouth to my shoulder, he rasps a string of filthy words before grazing my skin with his teeth. I hear him, but I can’t make sense of what he’s saying. Not when I’m this distracted by the feel of him inside me.
And then I’m coming.
My orgasm is intense.
It arches my back.
Reaches for my toes.
Pulses through my veins.
I’m in the middle of it when King tightens his grip around my neck and thrusts hard inside me one last time before coming.
