Page 14 of King of Pain

He fans the fingers out, skating them back up under the towel, tracing my inner thigh.

It’s the most erotic thing a man has ever done to me, though to be fair, my experience is rather limited.

But how can a man’s fingertips on my skin be this amazing? My breath is coming out in these tiny gasps, my pulse rushing in my ears.

He stops just before he’s touching my sex, his fingers pressing into the softness of my skin.

I close my eyes, tipping my head further back like I’m giving him all the access he needs. Because I know that sex with Luke would just be amazing…

He places a tickling kiss just under my ear. “Since you were out on a date, I’m assuming there’s no boyfriend?”

“No. I don’t really…I mean I’m so busy…I…” I can’t even form a sentence as his tongue joins his lips, licking and kissing down the skin of my neck. “You?”

“We both know I’m not boyfriend material.”

No. He isn’t. My hips contract, pressing deeper into his pelvis as I shamelessly try to get him to bring his fingers just a little higher.

I can feel his cock pressing into me. Is it my imagination or is it large? Like really big?

Boyfriend material? Who cares?

Not me.

Is this the way I planned to lose my virginity? Nope. But I’m not sure I care. I’m tired of being the oldest virgin on Earth, and besides, this isn’t real life. This is some crazy alternate reality.

I ignore the voice that tells me I’m making the exact mistake I promised myself I wouldn’t ever commit.

His lips reach my collarbone, his tongue gliding along my skin. “You taste delicious, Kate.”

God, I want to taste him too. Like lick a path down his body until I’m swallowing him whole. I give myself a little shake.

I’ve never been like this. I stiffen away at the thought, and he lets me go. “Help yourself to the clothes and the food. I’m just going to take a quick shower.”

And then he’s gone, sauntering into the bathroom. Did I just dream that heated encounter?

The slick heat coating my thighs says no.

Shaking it off, I open up the bag that looks like clothes and find packs of T-shirts, underwear, and socks for him. How long does he think we’re going to be gone? In the second is stuff for me. A tiny little tank and shorts for sleeping, plus jeans, shirts, etc. There is even a pair of ballet flats and sneakers, both which look like they’ll fit.

Taking the pajamas off the hanger, I slip them on and open a third bag with toothbrushes, a hairbrush, and elastics.

Grabbing up the brush, I run it through my hair.

The last bag has food and I grab a power bar, ripping it open and taking a big bite. Dinner was hours ago, and I’ve been up all night.

Taking several more bites, I feel my brain start to work again as I crack open a water bottle and take a swig.

That’s when I turn and look at the bed.

The one bed.

How did I miss that detail in the last hour I’d been in the room?

The shower goes off and this time it’s Luke who comes out in a low-slung towel and nothing else.

Dear merciful lord in heaven, the man is everything I’ve ever imagined. Like if I created a sex fantasy, he would be it.

He’s now sporting a five o’clock shadow on his strong, sexy jaw, His wet hair is pushed back from his face, curling slightly around his ears and softening the hard planes of his face the slightest bit.

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