I brush the length of his cock with my hands and look down at him in all his splendid nakedness.
He pulls me toward him and flips us, so I'm under him. I moan when I feel him at my entrance. I'm still fully clothed, and the heat radiates off my body. He looks down at me like he's about to feed on me, and that look alone has me combusting.
He slips his hands under my dress.
"I should get out of this," I suggest, my voice breathy.
"I want this on," he hisses, and reaches under my dress to rip my panties off. It's the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.
“I wanted this in that guestroom, to take you against that wall in this pretty dress, with those pretty blue eyes locked on mine. I can feel how wet you are for me, Kenzie. Tell me to stop and I will.”
I groan. All I want is to feel all of him in me.
“I want this. You.”
He slides his hands between my thighs, positioning his fingers at my slit. He slowly slips a finger in me, making me cry out in pleasure. His eyes lock on mine. I lose myself in his touch,throwing my head back, arching my back. Wanting to feel more of him. Wanting it all. There’s nothing in the world but the two of us.
He gets on his haunches, reaching for his pants, and pulls a condom from his pocket.
I was about to worry about why he carried one around when he bends and places a kiss on my mouth. “I carried it from the moment I saw you in that towel. All I want is to be in you.”
He slips it on and gently eases me onto the bed.
"You're too good for me, Kenzie." And with that, he slips inside me. I gasp at the feel of him. I can feel his reservation about moving too fast, but I grip his ass, begging him to lose control.
He covers my mouth with his as he thrusts deeper into me, our movements now in perfect sync.
"Oh, I—" I yell, breaking free from his kiss, thrusting my hips in a way I know will send us both right over the edge.
"You feel so good," he whispers. And then neither of us can hold back. He plunges deep inside me, and I moan, my hands gripping onto his back and his hair, anywhere I can reach.
"You’re so perfect,” he hisses, and lets his head rest against mine as we come down from a high I know I never want to come down from.
I know then I am in too deep.
I need him more than he will ever realize, and I know that he needs me. Maybe it sounds strange, us not knowing each other long, but sometimes, you just meet someone you just know you're going to feel something for, for a long, long time. Maybe even forever.
Chapter 11
Kace
The first girl I ever loved broke my heart. She said I fidgeted too much and never concentrated on anything remotely interesting. I was fifteen. She was my first girlfriend, my first love, and my first heartbreak. She complained that I never looked her in the eye and had no clue how to be a boyfriend. After, she went around telling people I was weird, that I’d fallen on my head as a baby, and something wasn’t quite the same in my head after.
It made me so angry I started telling people we'd fucked. It was a dirty lie, but I had a pair of her undies I'd stolen when we were studying one day. She could not fight against the truth. Through high school, I had a few girlfriends, nothing serious. I was a virgin until senior prom, and the girl who slept with me had a reputation.
The longest I've dated a woman as I got older was a year. They never stick around, unable to handle my lack of focus and disorganization. Most girls want the world. All I have to offer is a flat to shag in and a meal out now and then. I don't know how to stay focused on them long enough to make it last.
But the fact that I spent an hour staring at Kenzie's face as she sleeps tells me that this is no one-night stand. We made love all night and eventually fell asleep spent. I can see myself doing this for the rest of my life, but I might be getting ahead of myself.
The thing about Kenzie is that she's like nobody I know. She doesn't care about the dumb shit other women do. She's confident and down to earth, and I want more of her.
Then and there, I decide I want to see Dr. Willis again.
I’m a broken mess. Flawed. I’ll never be what she needs, but damn, do I want to.
I slowly shift out of bed, making sure not to wake her.
I step into her kitchen, rummaging around until I make us two cups of coffee. When I walk back in the room, she stirs as soon as I place the coffee on her bedside table. She opens those pretty blue eyes and grins at me, covering her face with her pillow.
