Chapter
One
Skylar
His biceps bulgedas he carried the largest box, the one filled with all the resources I’d collected on mysticism, spiritualism, and witchcraft into the tiny bungalow. Sweat glistened on his brow after all the back and forth of moving me in. Damn, the big man was so sexy.
“Uh, where do you want this, Skylar?” he asked.
I went to him, trailing a finger down his arm. “What I want is for you to call me Sky, and I’ll call you King. We’re friends now, right?”
Pink bloomed on his cheeks, and he shuffled his feet. “Uh. No one really calls me that.”
“Mm, it can be my special name for you.” I winked and crooked my finger. “Follow me. I know exactly where you can put that.” With a swish of my hips, I led him into my bedroom and stopped next to the bed. I’d put the sheets on already for this reason—the opportunity to get King into my bed. “You can set it there.”
He crossed to the corner of the room, gingerly setting the box down and turned back toward me, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting awkwardly on his large feet. I wanted—no I needed—to know if the rumors were true. If his feet were any indication of the size of his dick…my mouth salivated, hungry for a chance to suck him down.
I crooked my finger again, drawing him toward me. He came hesitantly, stumbling a little as he rounded the corner of the bed, ending up nice and close, right where I wanted him.
“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, attempting to back up.
Reaching out lightning quick, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pausing his retreat. “Don’t go. I haven’t properly thanked you for helping today.”
His gaze fell to my hands. “I don’t mind. You?—”
“Can I kiss you, King? Please. Just a little one.”
His previously pink cheeks flamed red, and his arms flopped at his sides. “You don’t have…I mean if you want…uh, maybe?—”
Standing up on tiptoes, I yanked him down and pressed my lips to his. King froze, and for a second, I worried I’d mis-stepped, moved too fast. I knew the big bumbling man desired me. I’d seen it in his eyes. I also knew he was shy and awkward. I was pretty sure he hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience, but that was okay. I’d had plenty, enough for both of us.
Before I pulled back, our lips warmed, and he returned the pressure of my kiss. I hummed in the back of my throat and swiped my tongue along the seam of his lips, squealing in my head when he opened for me and let me lick into him. The taste of citrus and honey exploded on my taste buds. Then something else, something special, that could only be King’s unique flavor.
I stroked lazily inside the hot heat of his mouth, and his tongue met mine shyly. Gah, he was kissing me back. I’d been dreaming of this moment, and it was better than I’d expected. Not wanting to startle him, I slowly let go of his shirt andreached for his hands, drawing them to rest on my ass. His touch was tentative, but as I continued kissing and licking and nipping at his mouth, his courage grew, and he cupped my butt cheeks more firmly. Then I struck.
Jumping up, I wrapped both my legs around his waist, throwing him off balance and sending us crashing to the bed. He jerked his head back, face even redder if possible. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.”
I giggled and cupped his cheeks between my hands. “I’m not. I finally got you where I want you,” I said as I bumped my hard cock up to rub against his—holy shit!Okay, maybe there,” Gran said with a soft, dreamy look in her eyes.
The fuck?!
something to that myth. The hard length inside his pants was…wow!
His pupils dilated when he felt the evidence of my own desire, and I quickly rolled him. It was kind of exciting that little ol’ me could manhandle this big beast. He easily went to his back, and I straddled his hips, making damn sure he knew how much I wanted him. Wanted this.
“Skylar?”
I heard the questions in my name.What is this? What are we doing? You want me?Yes, yes, I did. “Sky,” I reminded him, then bent down and fused our lips back together.
I made out with him until he relaxed enough that his arms slid slowly around me of their own accord, then I rocked against him, grinding our hardness together.
“Sky,” he gasped.
“Mm,” I whispered against his lips before sitting back on him and whipping my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly at the stack of boxes by my closet. King’s gaze devoured me, drinking me in. I felt so powerful with him watching me, and I wanted him out of his head. Rubbing my hands over my chest,I tweaked my nipples and continued rubbing our clothed dicks together. How I wished we were naked. Then we were.
Somewhere in my brain, I thought this must be a dream, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to wake up from this. I wanted it to be real.
Lifting up on my knees, I glanced down and gasped at the monster pointing up at me, straining toward me. “Damn, King. God blessed you most abundantly.”
