Page 45 of Playful Kris

“Kris,” I say again, halfway down the stairs.

“What?”

I see his figure rise up from the couch.

“What’s wrong?” He runs a hand over his face before focusing on me. Another boom of thunder rattles the cabin, and I scream. “Ah, shit.”

He moves quicker than the lightning and wraps me in his arms.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you.” He holds me tight against his chest.

I focus on the beat of his heart to take my mind off what could be happening outside of the cabin. The last thing I remember is the feel of his lips pressing into my hair as another strike of lightning lit up the kitchen.

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KRIS

The light filters in from the open windows of the cabin, not even the crook of my elbow, which is hanging over my eyes, blocks it out fully. I groan, twisting slightly against the uncomfortable couch I slept on.

A hand tightens around my bicep and I freeze. My arm lifts slightly, eyes pop open, only to slam shut again from the intensity of the sun before I blink slightly, adjusting.

Kameron is laying across me, her head resting on the center of my stomach with her face tilted up to me. Her features are soft, with a small pooch to her lips. Damn, she’s so breathtakingly beautiful.

The blanket pulled over the two of us has fallen off her shoulder slightly, and my eyes widen at the sight.

Shit.

The memories of last night filter through my brain like a home video. The look on her face when the thunder boomed and the lightning lit up the sky. She was terrified, and the only thing I could think of to lessen her fears was to kiss her.

I mean really, Kris? Kissing her was the only thing you could think of to calm her nerves? Clearly, I’m amazing at solving issues.

But I don’t regret the kiss.

It was an easy way to get my lips on her.

Great, now I sound like I took advantage of her in the terrified state she was in when she walked into the room.

Newsflash, idiot. That’s exactly what you did.

As soon as our lips touched, I was done. There was no stopping what we were doing. I was determined to feel her come apart from my touch.

Her lips are soft, so fucking soft. She freezes against me, but melts instantly at the same time.

My fingers skim across her bare skin just under the thin tank top she’s wearing. No bra, and her nipples poke against my bare chest through the fabric.

Fuck.

I didn’t plan to take this further than a kiss. Honestly, I thought she’d kiss me, get pissed at me, and go back to bed forgetting all about the storm.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling slightly as our kiss deepens. I groan when our tongues tangle, my hands moving to her ass.

I’ve missed her ass. It’s one of my favorite things about her, and there is a long list but I’ll never share it with her.

I spin both of us so I’m facing the couch with her between before I’m moving her toward it. I’d take us to the bed, but this is closer and I’m afraid she’ll break the contact if I move us that far.

“Kris,” she moans my name, and my dick is practically about to bust.

Before I lay her down, I hook my thumbs in her shorts, but leave her thong in place. Fuck, I forgot she’s a thong girl and my mouth is practically watering at the thought.

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