Page 82 of Perfect Chemistry

“This yours?” I asked him, looking up at the beautiful brick home.

“Mostly,” he admitted turning the car off after he parked in the drive.

I looked at him and waited for him to finish explaining.

“I own most of it. It was my grandmother’s and she left it to my brother and I. He already had a place down state, so I pay him rent every month until his half is paid off.”

“How many more payments do you have?” I asked him curious about how this worked out for them.

“Mmmmmm, about 10 years,” he chuckled. “His half came out to a little over seventy thousand, so I pay him six hundred a month. He was fine with me just taking it, but it didn’t seem right. We worked it out between us. My payments every month go into his kids’ college funds. It works out.”

I nodded as we walked into his home. It was not the bachelor pad I was expecting. The walls were warm colors, and the furniture made the space feel inviting and homey. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him into a spacious open kitchen and dining area.

“Sit. I’ll make us some coffee and some breakfast,” he instructed and went to walk away.

I didn’t let go of his hand though. My heart raced and I wondered if I would have the courage to tell him everything. Would he still look at me like a treasure if he knew that I was damaged goods? Would he still want me if he knew just how fucking broken I was?

He turned to look at me when I wouldn’t release his hand. Did he know what I was thinking? What I was worried about?

“Yes, Kat?” he whispered as his mouth smashed against mine. His hands braced either side of my face as he kissed me like he wanted to convince me to stay. When the reality was the opposite. Would he run away from me after this?

He whispered small affirmations to me, between kisses “Yes,” he wanted me.

“Yes,” he would stay forever if I let him.

“Yes,” he still loved me.

I didn’t realize that I was crying until he wiped away my tears, kissing my eyes, nose and lips again.

“Jesus, Kat,” he swore with his forehead resting against mine. “I wanted to take our time, but I don’t think you understand the words. I want to worship you, Katie.”

His mouth trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone. His hands came under my ass and lifted me to sit on the island countertop so that my legs were spread to either side of his body. One hand grabbed one of my breasts and massaged it, while the other pulled my ass to the edge of the counter, where he ground his stiffening cock against me.

The friction against my clit was sending ripples of need through my body as I held onto him. I moaned quietly, which seemed to encourage him even further. “Katie, I want you. I need to hear you say that you want this,” he stopped kissing me and looked into my half lidded eyes.

“Please, Kai. Don’t stop,” I whimpered, pulling his neck toward me to kiss him again. He grabbed under my ass again, lifting me off of the counter and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Then we are not going to fuck on my counter,” he told me before stopping and reconsidering his choice of words. “I will fuck you with your delicious ass bent over my counter, but first I want to tell you everything you need to know. In my bed.” He continued to carry me through the house kissing my throat and sucking on my ear lobes.

My mind stopped processing any rational thought. I couldn’t think past that moment and every sensation I experienced under Kai’s hands and lips.

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Kai’s POV

I couldn’t believe that I was carrying Katie through my house. When I finally got to my bedroom and laid her down on the bed, I continued kissing every exposed inch of skin that I could. I looked up to her eyes to see if she was still okay with this.

She responded by pulling my shirt over my head and running her hands down my chest. “I’m okay, Kai,” she whispered, pulling me back to kiss her again.

My hands ran under her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. I threw it onto the floor and stared down at the woman beneath me. She was still a goddess in my eyes. I ran my hands over a noticeable scar that ran across her abdomen and chest. I watched as her body tensed, her eyes panicked. Did she think this would scare me away? I bent over her body and trailed more kisses across her skin, licking and sucking the scar until I reached her breasts.

I slid the straps of her bra down her arms and then pulled her bra further down her chest. Taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, I rolled the other between my fingers pulling on it gently. I loved the sounds that she made when I did something that she liked.

Her hands dug into my hair, and pulled me closer to her. I used her moans and whimpers as the guide for whether she liked something or not. I would relearn every spot on her body until there was nothing left to learn, and then I would worship her until she begged me to stop.

Her hands reached for my pants as she unfastened them and pulled down the zipper. She reached into my boxers, grasped my cock and caressed it from the base to the tip. Her hand tightened around me and I had to release her breast from my mouth to suck in a breath. Fuck, that felt really good.

I grabbed either side of her waist and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs. As soon as I had them off of her, my mouth was trailing kisses down the inside of her left thigh. I watched her face as I continued to the point at the top inside of her thigh and I sucked hard. Her body arched off of my bed and she moaned.

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