Page 91 of Indigo Sky

"Are you trying to kill me?" I murmured as she bent at the waist, dragging the pants to her ankles.

"No," she replied, whipping her pink hair back as she pulled herself back to a standing position. She glanced over her shoulder as her thumbs hooked into the sides of her matching black thong. "I'm trying to make you hard. Is it working?"

I rolled my eye up to hers with a deadpan glare. "You already know the answer to that."

"Then, I guess my job here is done," she replied cheerily, bending down to reach for her pants.

She had begun to pull them back up when I grabbed her by the waist. "Oh, no, you don't," I growled, laughter injected into every word as I wrapped my arms around her and fell back onto the bed, taking her with me.

Kate's surprised squeal was followed by a slew of giggles as we lay against my mattress, her hands finding my cheeks and mine diving deep into the lengths of her bubblegum-colored hair. She pulled me in for another endless kiss as her leg wrapped around mine, drawing my jean-covered thigh toward the apex between her thighs.

Is she as wet as I am hard?I wondered and worked my hand down and between our bodies to slide my fingers beneath her silky thong then lower, lower until I found what I was looking for.

"Fuck," I groaned into her open mouth as one finger, then two found themselves easily inside her tight, wet heat.

The knowledge that I was touching her—my dream girl, the woman who had starred in the majority of my fantasies over so many years—was enough to make my head swim in a dizzying cyclone of disbelief and desperation to make this moment last. Every second that passed, every strangled moan dripping from her tongue against mine … it was all so fleeting, racing between my pumping fingers, and I knew it would be over sooner than I wanted.

Hell, if I had it my way, this would never end.

"Revan."

The sound of my name purring against my ear, the feel of it feathering over my lips …

My veins pulsed with an intense need to free my aching erection and thrust into her, hard and fast, and as she tugged at my wrist, I sensed that feeling was mutual.

"Fuck me." Her voice was breathless, choked by need. "Now, please, God."

"You should know better than to call a man God," I teased, my grin spreading until it hurt. "I can already feel my ego growing."

"Oh, is that what we're calling this?"

Her hand left my wrist to stroke along the front of my jeans, her fingertips dragging over the length of my cock. Shehummed with approval, and I wasn't sure my ego was capable of inflating any more than it already had.

I didn't want to untangle my limbs from hers, and when I sat up to pull my shirt off, I missed her immediately, which was as ridiculous as it sounded, but, shit … Ilovedher. I loved her in a way I hadn’t been sure was possible. I loved her in a way I'd always thought was bullshit—the kind they sang about, the kind in all those cheesy chick flicks Mom watched when Dad wasn't bogarting the TV.

Her hooded gaze stared up at me, her fingers lingering in the valley between her breasts. Her lips quirked, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she whispered as I knelt on the bed, unzipping my jeans.

I swallowed, an attempt to dislodge the lump in my throat, only to find it was immovable. "I just …" I exhaled and shook my head. "I can't believe you'rehere."

Kate reached out, assisting in tugging my jeans off my hips as she replied softly, "I'm here."

The jeans were kicked off, thrown to the floor, and her hands were at the waistband of my boxer briefs, not sparing a second to get rid of them as well. I lay with her, unhooking her bra, tugging at the scrap of fabric she called underwear, and we were both naked, bare to each other in ways I’d thought would exist in my dreams but had now become reality. My mouth sought hers as she took the reins, throwing her leg over my hip and using her hand to guide my erection to a place it'd always wanted, but never thought it'd call home.

"Wait," I said hurriedly, a question hanging in the air, and she shook her head. "Are you—"

"On birth control?" She nodded, her hand squeezing around me with a sort of reassurance that made me groan. "It's fine, yeah, just …"

I surged forward before her sentence could be finished, and in unison, we sighed with what I could only describe as relief, as if we'd waited years for this moment, this connection, to bring another piece of our souls home.

It was completion, and as much as I didn't want to say it was everything, I thought maybe it could've been.

We were still, holding on to each other with a viselike grip, breathing heavily and adjusting to the new and incredible sensation of being together.

My forehead touched hers, and with a deep breath, I began to move. Taking my time. Not rushing anything, but wanting to feel everything. In, out. In, out. In …fuck. I slowed the rhythm, worried I’d embarrass myself in her presence again, but, dammit …

“Why do you feel so good?” I thought aloud, swallowing.

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