Page 76 of Something So Strong

“All of it?”

“Every single word.”

“You don’t care that I’m… filthy?”

I half sigh, half smirk. “The only thing filthy about you is your mouth.”

Kai bites his bottom lip, his gaze now at my feet, watching as I creep closer. “I didn’t want them to do it. You know that, right?”

“Don’t be a daft prick!” I scold, now standing directly in front of him. My right hand rises to rest at the side of his face, and my thumb ghosts over the mark I left him with. “I got ya pretty good.”

“Sure did,” he exhales, tilting his head into my touch as I move so close my feet are now on either side of his.

“You’re in my room.”

He finally raises his eyes to look at me, and in them, I see an honest intention. A silent, yet genuine promise that he’ll allow me the chance to prove my words. “No sleepovers.”

“No sleepovers,” I repeat.

I feel Kai moving towards me, and my hand creeps from his jaw into his hair.

With only millimeters between us, Kai lets out a shaky breath, and I suck it down.

I slide my hand down from his hair and onto his chest so he knows I’m not forcing him to do anything.

And I let him kiss me.

Softly, because it’s what he wants.

Then deeper when he opens his mouth and laps at my tongue—our lips pressing firmer.

Kai’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me against him.

He moans into my mouth, “Bed?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Turning us ninety degrees, Kai pushes me back until our lips part and my legs hit the side of the bed. My eyes don’t stray from the lock he has on me until he prowls forward, grabs my tie, and yanks me into another passionate kiss.

Breaking away to catch my breath, I sit down as the satin slips from between his fingers and Kai moves to stand between my legs—his body drowning in those baggy clothes.

Undoing my tie, Kai slides it from beneath my collar. Then his hands are on my shirt, freeing each of the top buttons from within their holes.

My palms press flat against the front of his thighs, and I raise them. Only stopping when my fingers slip over the waistband of his sweats and brush his hip bones.

Looking down at me, Kai gathers the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

I gulp and stare at him because it’s not perverse anymore. I can look all I want.

He doesn’t have hard abs bulging from beneath his tattoos, but I prefer it that way. His adonis muscles are slight, but there, and tighten as he flexes under the touch of my thumbs. And his torso is littered with sexy-as-fuck bruises that only I’ve been permitted to see.

The mattress dips below his knee as he pushes me back onto it. His other knee lands just below my crotch as he looms down at me—the loose fabric of his pants now betraying how much he wants this.

Nibbling the tip of his tongue, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and runs them back and forth. “You look a little uncomfortable down there.”

“Only you can change that,” I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows.

His body slumps forward—his weight caught by his hands as they land on either side of my shoulders.

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