Page 49 of Moros

Khadri hung his head to help me and soon our lips connected—tenderly, powerfully.

I pressed my palms to his warm chest, moaned and shifted closer.

He stopped to stared down into my eyes.

“Please?”

He took my lips again—this time he was rougher, kissing me deeper, sucking on my tongue harder. My knees buckled and he caught me around my waist, holding me tightly against his full length.

Gripping the towel at his waist, I pulled him closer, feeling him harder against me and wanting more. A small voice told me not to be greedy, that I should enjoy this moment with him, to savour it because I probably won’t have it again.

He rested a large palm to the back of my neck to hold me in place only to deepen the kiss as his other hand roamed my back, my hips, my ass—up my back again to my shoulder.

“Damn.” I panted, wrenching my mouth back to catch my breath.

“Stop?”

“I can’t—breathe?”

He chuckled and kissed me again until my knees did buckle under me. Khadri scooped me into his arms and placed me on his bed. My heart raced—not because I was afraid he would hurt me.

I was surprisingly ready for anything he wanted to do to me.

You haven’t landscaped in years.

“Um—”

Khadri smiled at me and disappeared into his walk-in closet.

When he returned, he was dressed in a black pair of track pants. I immediately wondered if it had the same side-effect as a pair of grey sweats.

On him—it did.

Disappointed, I tried moving out of his way so he could climb into bed, but he simply took my arm and tugged me back to the center of the large bed.

He spread my thighs, climbed on and rested his body between them. His shoulders upward was on me as he cuddled his head against my stomach and rested his arms on either side of me.

“Khadri?”

“Mm?”

“I thought—I mean, what are you doing?”

“You thought I was going to make love to you.” He spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

My face was burning with embarrassment and all I wanted to do was run.

“I mean—” I stopped to learn how to breathe again. “You kissed me like you were.”

“When you’re ready, Shorty.” He explained. “For now, I’m satisfied like this.”

“Like this…”

“You’re comforting me.” He told me proudly. “Now, comfort me.”

Smiling, I shook my head.

He fell asleep before I did.

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