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He didn’t correct her use of his name. For some reason he liked it.

Shrugging out of his jacket, he began to undress, going slowly so she could watch. Enjoying the way her eyes widened as he took off his T-shirt and a hungry light entered them. He got rid of his boots, then his jeans, taking his underwear down at the same time, and her gaze widened even more.

He liked that, the awe in her eyes and the way her attention roamed over him, as if he was a work of art, or something new and strange yet utterly delightful.

But his patience only lasted so far.

He put one knee on the bed and then the other, then prowled on his hands and knees up the length of her body so he was stretched over her, looking down into her golden eyes. ‘I’m tired of looking,’ he said roughly. ‘I want you now.’

Chapter Seven

KAI WAS STRETCHED over her, his hands on either side of her head, looking down, and she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. She was utterly transfixed by him. By the width of his shoulders and the hard, cut muscles of his chest and stomach. By his powerful thighs and the long, thick stretch of his cock.

He’d called her beautiful, and she’d loved that, but he was beautiful, too. No, he was more. He was astonishing.

She didn’t quite know how she’d got here, lying naked on his bed, but the moment she’d pressed her mouth to his, downstairs, something in her had woken up. And it was starving. Then he’d threaded his fingers through her hair, and she’d become even more hungry. His mouth had been firm and she’d tasted his hunger, his need, and she hadn’t been able to help herself from melting against his hot, hard body.

She’d never been kissed before, and the moment he’d laid his lips on hers, she wondered why not, especially when it tasted this good. Then again, maybe she hadn’t because all this time she’d been waiting for this. No, not ‘this’. Him. She’d been waiting for him.

When he’d raised his head and looked down into her eyes, and she’d seen the heat in them, the ice melting, the silver intensifying, and he’d told her that he wanted more, that he wanted her, and all she could think about was yes. She wanted him, too, now she was here, on his bed, with him naked above her.

She felt no embarrassment in this moment, not after seeing the heat in his eyes, and she lifted her hand, touching the strong column of his throat before her fingers brushed over the hot skin and hard corrugations of his chest and stomach. The flame in his eyes burned brighter as she touched him, letting her know in no uncertain terms what her touch did to him.

But then it was his turn to touch, brushing his fingers down her stomach and between her thighs, and pleasure was a spray of white-hot sparks dancing along all her nerve endings. She gasped, arching beneath him as his fingers stroked and explored the slick flesh between her thighs, making her shudder and shake. His gaze roamed over her as he touched her, noting every change in her expression as if that was of the utmost importance to him.

He had one hand on the mattress beside her head, and she gripped his wrist, wanting something to hold on to as he slid a finger inside her, then another, easing both in and out slowly, gently. God, this felt so good. She couldn’t believe how good it actually was, far better than the pleasure she gave herself at night, alone in her cold bed. Her hips lifted, moving with his hand as she chased the feeling, wanting more sensation, more friction.

‘Please, Kai,’ she heard herself whisper hoarsely. ‘Please.’

His gaze blazed even brighter, and he shifted his thumb, pressing down on her achingly sensitive clit, the rush of pleasure pushing her over the edge into an orgasm so intense she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as lights exploded behind her closed lids.

Trembling with the aftershocks, she felt him shift on the bed and heard a drawer open, and when she opened her eyes again, he was ripping open a condom packet and then rolling down the latex. There was something about the way he protected himself, in the movement of his strong hands, that made her tighten with hunger all over again.

He came back then, stretching over her once more, and this time settling between her thighs, and she felt something like relief at the brush of his bare skin against hers. There was nothing cold about him, nothing icy, not now, not with the way he was looking at her, as if he couldn’t believe his luck to have her here.

He slipped a hand beneath her rear, lifting her, tilting her hips. ‘Are you ready?’ he asked, a ragged edge in his voice.

She loved that he’d asked, that he took her and her pleasure into account; it made something warm glow in her chest. ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Please.’

He pushed into her, going slow, and she felt herself stretch around him and it was such a strange sensation, as if it was too much and yet not enough at the same time. She trembled as he eased deeper, her breathing loud in the silence of the room, clutching on to his shoulder to keep herself steady.

He kept going, watching her face, and she groaned. ‘Kai…’ she whispered as he settled deep inside her, filling her completely.

‘You feel so good,’ he said raggedly, staring down at her. ‘You feel perfect.’

It occurred to her right then, that she’d never been called perfect before. Yet he’d told her that twice, and now she was beginning to think that maybe she even felt like she might be. Certainly, now he was inside her, and she’d relaxed, he felt perfect himself. ‘So do you,’ she managed.

He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, a tender gesture that almost undid her. ‘Are you okay?’

And she was. More than okay. She swallowed. ‘Yes.’

He nodded and then began to move, and everything changed, becoming hotter, more intense, the friction maddening. She moaned, unable to help herself as the pleasure intensified, making her shift beneath him. He gripped her hip, guiding her, showing her the way and it got even better, especially when his hand moved and he took hold of the back of her knee and drew it up and around his waist, making him sink deeper, the pleasure becoming more acute.

Libby looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and there was no ice at all there anymore, only a bright silver flame that felt as if it was consuming her whole and it felt so good. She wanted to be consumed.

‘Kai,’ she whispered, simply for the pleasure of saying his name. ‘Kai…’

His gaze turned even more intent, even more focused, the lines of his face pulling tight. He moved faster, surging into her in a way that made her writhe, concentrating the pleasure into a hot, sharp needle of sensation. Then he slid a hand between them, down to where they were joined, and he touched her, so lightly, gently. ‘Come for me, Libby.’