Page 53 of Not In Love

He lined up at her entrance and looked her in the eyes. Then he pushed in.

Her sharp cry joined his low groan as he seated himself fully inside her.

A blinding jolt of sensation cut her into ribbons of pleasure—stretching, pressure, fullness so intense it bordered on pain. She’d never get used to how he filled her and she never wanted to. And she realized then that her body had long understood how he completed her before her puny mind could grasp it.

When he swiveled his hips, pinning her into the bed, her back arched. Her hands fisted the sheets. Her core clenched him, over and over, urging him into movement, into ruining her all over again.

Instead, his mouth found hers for a soft, soul-stealing kiss. Their tongues dueled, lips met and parted, breaths synced. Kash wondered at how a kiss could break you apart, then put you back together.

And then he moved inside her.

Slowly, steadily, his hips rolling into hers with a rhythm that was maddening in its precision.

Each thrust made her feel fuller, deeper, like she could never get enough of him. She clutched at his back, his arms, his hair, dug her nails into his skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist while he continued to ravage her mouth, as if he couldn’t bear to let go of that tenuous connection.

Her mind spun in circles, her body grounded only by his. His weight. His heat. His need. It was like her thoughts were disjointed strings, slipping through her fingers, reaching for him.

He kissed her again. On her lips. Her jaw. Her eyes.

And then he held her gaze as he thrust deeper, faster, dragging her toward another climax. Her core pulsed, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in fractured pants.

She was unraveling, unspooling like thread from a fraying edge. When she came again, it was with a cry that cracked something open in her chest.

He pinned his hips down in a few brutal thrusts, groaning into her neck as he spilled into her. The muted roar of his release sank into her pores and she clenched him, determined to claim every drop from him, determined to keep him inside her, snug and tight.

When he let his weight bore down into her, his sweat-slicked forehead met hers, his nose nuzzling hers. She wrapped her arms around him, heart aching, lips finding his temple.

“You okay?” he asked, still catching his breath. “Was I rough?”

She kissed his jaw. “Yes. But I liked it.”

He pulled back to look at her, his lips a dark red, his eyes hazy with release.

“And you?” Kash asked quietly. She couldn’t help running her fingers through his damp hair, sifting through the thick strands. “Everything okay with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, his face buried in her neck. She felt his long inhale against her skin. “Thank you. I needed that.”

The words stung more than they should have. They were so long past gratitude and apologies and yet, she was the one who’d started it. She shifted beneath him and gasped as he hardened inside her again. Dear God, the man had stamina for days. But she couldn’t get distracted by that just now.

Warily, she cupped his jaw, loving the rub of his bristle against her palm. “Are you angry?”

“No,” he said, nuzzling into her hand but keeping his eyes closed. “Just tired.”

Kash stroked her hands down his back, loving the hard planes and clenched muscles. When he moaned, she brought them to his shoulders and kneaded. A soft curse escaped his lips. More contented than she ever remembered, she continued to knead the tight spots in his shoulder and upper back.

With another soft groan that echoed through her, he laid his head against her shoulder. Within seconds, he was asleep, his thick length twitching inside her when she instinctually clenched her pelvic muscles.

The man had fallen asleep. On top of her while he was inside her. And yet, she didn’t mind it one bit. If anything, she loved it that he felt comfortable enough to just let go.

She laughed at her own madness—though it might have been a cry too— then stared at the ceiling as a strange feverishness gripped her. With his breath warm against her neck, his weight crushing her into the bed, it came to her that she was in love. Had been for a while now, whatever else she tried to hide it behind.

Terrifying, disorienting love with a man she had judged for years. A man to whom she’d always be connected to through her niece. A man who, out of the kindness of his generous heart, had helped her heal, who would always see her as the woman who had raised his daughter.

Could Diego see her as more than just Tia’s aunt, want Kash in his life for more than a convenient, red-hot affair?

Doubts pecked at her, like little ants crawling over her skin. And her breath left her lungs in a sudden whoosh. She shifted under him, unable to lie still.

Diego lifted his head from her neck, brown eyes disoriented for a second. “Kash? Fuck, I’m crushing you.”

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