Alarm bells should have rung out in my mind, should have warned me to stop and think about my choices, but none appeared. All I could focus on was Kinsley and how good she felt wrapped in my arms.
I pulled back and searched her darkened eyes, wondering if there was a reason we’d connected so quickly. Familiarity twisted in the back of my mind, making me desperate for someone I didn’t know twenty-four hours earlier. It might have had something to do with her guarded gaze—the same thing I saw in the mirror each morning. Loneliness. Fear. So much weight on her shoulders, it was a miracle they didn’t buckle.
For tonight, I wanted to see her unleash.
Once we reached my bedroom on the second floor, I shoved the door open, dropping Kinsley in the middle of my bed. Shelay across the woven blanket, stretching out toward the carved wooden bed frame. As I reached out to unbutton her jeans, she looked around my room and let out a quiet chuckle.
“What are you laughing about, Kins?”
“Your bedroom.” She motioned around us. “Once again, not what I expected.”
I frowned as I followed her line of sight, taking in my room with fresh eyes. This was the first room I renovated, taking on most of the labor myself despite the clause in my contract. I spent hours deliberating the right shade of blue for the walls, debating hundreds of different window treatments and sconces. As I looked down at Kinsley, I frowned. “You don’t like it?”
She shook her head. “I love it.”
I ran my nose along the column of her neck. “But?”
“But…I thought it would be more of a bachelor pad. Clothes littered everywhere, baseball posters on the wall.” Her eyes took on a wicked sparkle. “A Saint Andrew’s Cross in the corner.”
“Hate to disappoint, but I keep most of that stuff in storage. Can’t stand a lot of clutter around.”
“Oh my God.” She took my chin in her hands. “Are you a neat freak, Jace?”
Fuck yes.As messy as my life could be, I hated anything out of place. I couldn’t focus when there was too much hanging around or if items were not in the right place. The team clubhouse was my personal nightmare, and, every day, it was a struggle to keep myself together. But as I stared down at Kinsley splayed out across my bedspread, it was the last thing on my mind. Smirking, I leaned down and captured her lips, needing another hit of her. “Normally, yes. I like a certain order to things. But right now…” I pulled back and smiled at the woman in my arms. “I’m going to make an absolute mess of you.”
Her eyes sparkled in the early morning light. “Then you better get to it.”
That was the only invitation I needed, sealing my mouth to hers as I lifted her shirt. We broke apart only long enough to toss it to the other side of the room, not bothering to look where it landed. My lips traveled along her chest, noting the spots that made Kinsley shift and pant. When I reached her bra, I toyed with the edge, running my thumb along the cup. “I’ve been dreaming of these since the moment we met.” Pulling it down, I sucked in a sharp breath when I took in the soft, pink peaks, loving how my hands fit around them. As I kneaded her breast, I leaned forward and circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue.
“Perfect. How the fuck are you so perfect?” I mumbled before closing my mouth, sucking as I took the other one in my hand. Full, soft, and, for tonight, all fucking mine.
Kinsley’s back arched off the bed, and her fingers shot to my hair, holding me close to her skin. “God, Jace, that’s so good.”
With a light bite, I released her breast and then lathered the other with the same treatment, relishing in how tightly she held me to her chest. As she writhed with need, I pulled back, continuing my path down her body. When I flicked the button of her jeans, my eyes met hers, searching for any hesitation. But Kinsley just smiled and ran her fingers down the side of my cheek. I turned and kissed her palm. “You sure about this?”
She nodded. “Please, Jace. I need you right now. I might die if I don’t come soon.”
“Can’t have that,” I teased as I lowered her jeans and underwear in one move, leaving her glistening core on display for me. My hands trailed along her thighs, staring as I parted her, taking in every inch of her beauty. Kinsley was made for me. I didn’t deserve her, didn’t know why she’d landed in my life when I wasn’t searching for anything more than a quick fuck, but every one of my instincts screamed as I took her in, bare and desperate for my touch.
Mine.
The first touch of my tongue to her core brought a gasp from Kinsley’s lips. She stared at me as I teased her with my fingers and my tongue. My cock hardened as her dark eyes met mine—loved that she only grew wetter when my mouth claimed her pussy for the first time. Groaning against her skin, I whispered, “Knew you’d taste like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re meant to be mine.”
With that, I ravaged her pussy with my tongue, needing her to come apart around me. I slipped one finger inside her and frowned as I worked her walls. She was tight—too tight. But that question would come later; right now, all I cared about was making this woman fall apart. I needed to see it—needed to feel it, needed to give her the best orgasm of her life so she’d come back for more.
My tongue, mouth, and fingers worked in tandem, and Kinsley moaned my name, the sound etched into my brain. Her walls clenched my fingers when I sucked her clit until she exploded. Her back bowed off the bed, and wetness coated the sheets surrounding us, filling me with pride. I continued to work through her release, loving the way she took every ounce of pleasure I gave her. With her fingers tangled in my hair and her legs wrapped around my shoulders, there was no place in the world I’d rather be.
When her body eased, I leaned back, licking her essence off my fingers. Kinsley’s eyes tracked my movements, fueling the desire written in her expression. I loved it, already addicted to this woman’s flavor—but something else teased the back of my mind. As my hands roamed along her smooth thighs, I asked, “Kinsley, are you a virgin?”
Her entire body flushed, and, fuck, that should not have been so much of a turn-on. She shook her head. “No, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“How long?” I asked, my voice tight. Not that I cared who she’d been with before; her body was her own. I’d never judge anyone for who they brought into their bed, but what I couldn’t stand was the look in her eyes, that apprehension. It had no place in this room, not while I was around.
“Almost three years,” she breathed out.
