Page 20 of Cloud Nine Love

She let out a little gasp, and I felt her hips jerk up as her eyes widened.

Huge green eyes stared up at me as her chest rose and fell in short breaths.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“Yes.” Her Sex cradled my shaft as her thighs opened even wider.

It was then that I realized we had a problem.

“What?” she asked.

“I don’t have any condoms.” I didn’t carry them with me when I traveled because I’d never cheat.

“I do.” Her eyes cut to the nightstand beside her.

She must have put them there when I was in the shower before I came to bed.

When I looked back at her, she smiled. “I told you, I like to be prepared.”

Perfect. That was the only word to describe this woman.

“You have to promise me that if I do anything that you don’t like, or if you want to stop at any point, you will say something.”

“I promise.” She licked her lips, and I swallowed a groan. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” I rasped.

“Have you seen Peaky Blinders?”

Wow. Every time I thought I knew where our conversation was headed, she surprised me. I fucking loved it.

“Yes.”

“Do you remember when Tommy is talking to May at the stables, and he tells her about Grace?”

“Sort of.” I was trying to place the scene.

“Basically, she thanks him for being a gentleman and telling her about her, but then she asks him to kindly start behaving like a gangster again.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure I was following, but honestly, just being this close to Ana and feeling her body beneath me was enough. It was also extremely distracting, making it difficult to process words.

“You have been a perfect gentleman tonight. This is only happening because I know you are a good egg.” She tilted her hips up again, and I felt the heat of her sex pulsing against my throbbing cock. “In my life, I am always the one in control. I make life-and-death decisions on a daily basis. People depend on me. My brain never shuts off. I am always thinking, analyzing, and making decisions.” Her thighs tightened around me as she continued to roll her hips seductively. “I’ve never had a one-night stand with a stranger, but I’ve also never been with a man who could make my brain shut off. I think you are that man. So, Kyle, this is me, Ana, giving you consent. Don’t ask for what you want; just take it. Take me.”

As hot as what she’d just said was, her words hit me just as squarely in the chest. I could feel the gravity of the trust that she was giving me. Despite the fact that we’d only known each other a few hours, I knew that ‘Ana’ would not give that away so easily.

I wanted to thank her for her vulnerability, her trust, and her transparency, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood by being sappy. Thankfully, I didn’t have to, because apparently she could read my mind.

The corners of her mouth curled up as she said, “You’re welcome.”

A deep groan ripped from me as I lowered down and pressed my lips to hers. Despite the urgency flooding through me, the kiss was gentle, patient, and exploratory. Our mouths fused together as our lips parted and our tongues met. Little by little, it deepened until it felt like I was absorbing her essence in the soul-binding exchange. I lost myself and became intoxicated by the sweet sensuality.

I couldn’t say how long I lingered at her mouth, but by the time I broke our kiss and began kissing her neck, she was writhing beneath me. My fingers slid beneath her shirt, and she shifted so I could remove it, leaving her topless and panting.

My gaze hungrily devoured her bare chest as my knuckles brushed along the swell of her mounds. Before I lowered my head and pulled her nipples into my mouth, they were already puckered, and begging for my attention. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her areolas before flicking her rosy tips and then biting down on her pebbled flesh with just enough force to make her gasp. I alternated between her right and left breasts, showing each equal consideration.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders as her back arched, causing her hips to grind harder against my heavy erection. Reaching between our bodies, I slipped my hand beneath her sweats and cupped her lace-covered sex. The material was very damp as I began to massage her seam. Within just a few passes of my touch, her breath grew choppy, and I could feel her body priming for release. The moment I read the early signs of her climax, I removed my hand and pushed myself up, so I was kneeling between her legs.

When I moved, she started to sit up, reaching for me, but I stopped her. “Don’t.”

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