Page 59 of Gin & Sin

“Good. It’s a cold, snowy day, but I have quite a few ideas on how to stay warm.”

“Please.”

I pull Stewart up by his wrist, stepping close enough to bury my nose in the crook of his neck. He practically melts into me, his hands sliding down my back.

“What can I give you today, gorgeous?”

Stewart’s breath hitches as he steps back, gazing at me with earnest eyes. “I want to eat your ass.”

“God, I love when you talk like that.”

TWENTY

STEWART

The rippleof excitement flowing through me right now is breathtaking. Everything about being with Kit is turning my world inside out in the best fucking way. I’ve never wanted sex the way I want it with him, and that realization has my head all mixed up.

Kit leads me back to his bedroom, smiling warmly, but with heat in his eyes. The things he shared with me are deep and heavy, and I know it’s just because he feels comfortable with me and not anything more than that, but fuck, I want it to mean more than that. I shouldn’t even go there. Kit is a long way from wanting to settle down. Just because he’s aware of his hang-ups doesn’t mean he’s ready to conquer them.

I just can’t imagine wanting another person the way I want him. It’s going to be a huge letdown when this thing runs its course.

“Are you sure you want this right now?” Kit asks as he lays me down in the bed.

“Absolutely. Why?”

“Your expression looks… hesitant, I guess.”

Shoot. “I’m not hesitant, Kit. Maybe I’m in my head a little bit, but I definitely want to do this. I think about it constantly. I want to do everything.”

A sexy smile tugs on his lips as he crawls into bed and hovers over me. “I want to give you everything you want, you gorgeous man.”

Kit melts over me, pressing the heavy weight of his body into mine, and as I drape my arms around his neck, our lips meet in a sensual, tender, languid kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, exploring the depths of my mouth as if he can unlock all my secrets through his kiss. Maybe he can. Maybe there are things I don’t even know about myself that he can draw out of me with his seductive touch.

Kit makes no attempt to shift what we’re doing to something else. It’s like he enjoys kissing me. It’s not just a pit stop to the main event. It’s a prelude, a promise of more pleasure than I can stand. I twist my fingers in his hair and then drag them down his neck, reveling in the soft tickle of his beard on my own cheeks, the way his muscles ripple under my fingertips as he deepens the embrace, and how his confident kiss turns me to liquid.

He’s demanding without words, unraveling me bit by bit, in search of what it takes to make me moan. My pleasure matters to him, and that knowledge is a revelation.

After what feels like an eternity, Kit changes his focus to my neck. As he nibbles on my skin, he grips the front of my throat with enough pressure that I actually grin. It’s a man’s touch, strong and assertive and subtly possessive. He sucks my flesh, sending tendrils of heat shooting through me heading straight to my cock.

I explore what parts of his body I can reach, straining slightly to grip his ass.

“Please, Kit.”

“What do you need, gorgeous?” He nibbles my earlobe. “What can I give you?”

“I want to taste you.”

Kit moans, grinding his erection against mine. “You’re so sexy, babe.”

The comment is almost laughable, but there’s no way I’m ruining the mood right now by pointing that out. Instead, I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Flip me over.”

Kit lifts his head, grinning at me before doing exactly as I asked and flipping us with ease so that I’m on top of him. I sit up, gazing down at this hunk of man as I run my hands all over his hairy chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Kit chuckles, reaching up to tweak my nipple. “So are you, babe.”

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