Page 37 of Not In Love

“I want to suck you off. Please.” Her voice was barely audible while every inch of her thrummed with excitement. “I’m kind of good at a blow job.” She raised her hand, palm out, like a girl scout. “I promise to swallow every drop of your cum.”

He let out a harsh breath, gaze dragging over her face, her chest, her thighs bared by her nightgown riding up. “Get rid of the robe.”

She shrugged it off. The cool night air kissed her bare shoulders while between her thighs, it was like an inferno. The gown had a low neckline that showed off the swells of her breasts.

And under his thorough gaze, her nipples beaded instantly.

Diego stepped back, until the backs of his thighs hit the bed, and pointed to the floor in front of him. “Crawl to me.”

She hesitated.

And in that pause, he added, voice like velvet laced with sin. “You like this part, don’t you? Sneaking into my room like I’m your filthy secret. You like the fact that you’re going to suck me off with a house full of people that will most probably judge you if they find out.”

Her spine tingled. Her breasts ached.

He wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t fully right either. Yes, there was an added buzz in her blood at how deliciously wrong this felt. But deep down, she knew that everything that involved this man was exactly right for her.

As if the universe had brought them to this space and time for them to be entangled just so.

But she didn’t tell him that. She didn’t think she would ever be able to.

Instead, she crawled to him on her knees, her core fluttering, her nipples peaking. And her heart soaring like an untethered kite in the sky.

CHAPTER12

Diego watched Kash move across the plush rug, moonlight licking over the curve of her shoulders, illuminating the wild strands of hair that had escaped her braid.

Her eyes held that reckless heat he had only ever seen directed at him—hungry, defiant, nervous. A contradiction that only he got to see.

His cock throbbed in his grip. Not surprisingly, he’d been jerking off to the memory of her again. To the pale fragment of the glorious creature she was.

But she was here now.

Crawling to him. For him.

Her bare knees pressing into the rug, her eyes wide and burning, her body trembling with hunger. But it wasn’t just about the promise of a release anymore. Not really.

He knew it now, clear as the heat pulsing through his blood.

It was the illicit thrill of it that drew Kash to him. In the version of herself she became with him, she didn’t have to follow her own code of conduct. She didn’t have to be flawless or fierce or right all the time. She could be undone. She could be needy. She could be messy.

And that surrender? It thrilled her. He could see it in the way her lips parted, in the glassy gleam of her eyes.

She liked handing the reins to someone else. But only when she trusted them completely. And she trusted him.

That truth both wrecked and revived him.

Because he wanted her—desperately. God, the idea of that pink, glistening mouth near his cock made his balls tighten, his spine hum with white-hot arousal.

And yet...

He wasn’t sure if she would ever really cross the line from fantasy to reality. If this was just a stress response, a temporary madness. A part of her healing, as she called it. The idea of her someday chalking all this up to a phase—of telling him, thank you, but I’m whole now—was enough to make him lose it.

He needed her in his reality. His actual life.

Still, he would give her whatever she asked. However she wanted it. However briefly she needed it.

Moonlight caught the damp at her temples, the rise and fall of her chest, the pulse fluttering at her throat. He felt like he could see the ache crackling across her skin. See how badly she needed him.

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