Page 8 of Beautiful Soul

Lena felt her eyes get wider and wider as Kingsley filled the holes in her memory. “I’m sorry. I’ve never fallen asleep like that before.”

“You needed the sleep,” he responded with a smile, still staring deep into her eyes.

“What time is it?”

Kingsley turned to look at the clock on the nightstand beside him. “Nearly noon.”

“Oh, shit. I was supposed to be at work at eight.” Lena reached for the covers, preparing to get dressed and run home.

Before she could move too far, Kingsley grabbed her hand. “Stay here. Rest. Let them get along without you for a day. I’d like to talk some more.”

His voice had dropped an octave, and the idea his words planted in her brain made her not want to pull away, but instead shift closer to him.

After a moment of debate where her heart and pussy demanded to stay and her brain argued she should go home, Lena said, “I need to call my boss and let her know I’m all right and not going to work today.”

Kingsley nodded then handed her a cell phone. It took a moment for her to realize it was her phone.

“Call your boss and tell her you need two days off,” Kingsley said as he slid from the bed and walked around to the bathroom.

Lena watched as he walked around the bed. Her pussy clenched and dampened as she watched him walk. He did not merely walk, he stalked like a predator, a lion strolling across the savannah. She waited until he stepped out of sight into the bathroom before turning her attention to the phone.

She knew her boss would not be happy, despite the fact she had not taken a single day off in the three years she worked for the company. But looking around and feeling the slick wet heat between her legs, she did not care if she lost her job or not. There were other companies that would hire her in a heartbeat.

Chapter Five

Kingsley waited just out of sight as Lena finished her phone call before he returned to the bedroom.

“She’s not happy, but she agreed to let me have two days off,” Lena said as she laid the cell phone on the nightstand.

“That’s great. Now, let’s go back to sleep. I’ll fix us some breakfast when we wake up next,” Kingsley said as he slid under the covers and laid down beside her.

He hoped she had not seen his erection bulging out the front of his boxers before he could hide it under the covers. He wanted her—bad—but had renewed his vow that if anything happened it would be at her pace.

Lena looked down at him, before yawning. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep, but I’m willing to try.”

She snuggled under the covers again, and he rolled to lie on his back then pulled her so she rested her head on his chest. “Well, if you can’t sleep, we can always talk some more. Or other things … it’s your choice.”

Silence filled the room as she thought about the choices he had just laid out for her. He figured she would ask to talk, or maybe just lie quiet, so when she finally answered, he was stunned.

“I’d like to kiss you, I mean, if that’s all right with you. Then we can see where things go from there,” Lena whispered as she pushed herself up and leaned over his prone form.

“I’d like that,” he said with a smile. “Very much. I’ll allow you to control the pace for as long as I can, or until you turn control over to me. Is that acceptable to you?”

Instead of answering, Lena leaned down and brushed her lips over his. Then she did it again. On the third pass, she settled in and licked his bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth and gently nibbling on it. Then she tilted her head and took the kiss to a deeper level by licking at his upper lip before pushing for entrance.

Kingsley enjoyed and cooperated with the kiss that turned carnal in the next instant as she explored his lips, teeth, and tongue. He tried to hold back and allow her to lead the way, though he lifted one hand from the bed and slid it under her hair to wrap around the back of her neck.

His cock throbbed and his entire body heated as the kiss deepened. And then it ended as Lena began to kiss her way down his neck to his body.

He tensed but remained still as she explored his body, drawing lines and swirls and other patterns across the skin. Her fingers ruffled the triangle of fur that covered his chest. His nipples pebbled as she played with one and then the other before moving south. He huffed a chuckle when her finger dipped into his belly button on its way to the edge of his boxers.

A moment later, he sucked a sharp breath as her hand cupped over the bulge of his erection pushing at the black cotton covering it. He released it in a whoosh when her hand began to rub up and down its length. He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in the sheet beneath him in order to keep his vow of allowing her to lead the way.

“Can I?” she whispered, waving a hand over his hips.

He nodded as he arched his body and pushed his boxers over his hips. Lifting his legs, he shoved them down and off his feet, tossing them across the room toward where the hamper sat just inside the closet.

“Have at it,” he said with a grin as he spread his legs and arms across the mattress, giving her access to as much of him as he could. “But I must warn you, my control is beginning to shred around the edges.”

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