Page 37 of The Last Key
“And two?” she asks breathily.
Stepping closer, I trace my finger down her jawline. “Two, I don’t want to kiss you for the first time with you standing there naked. If I do that, I’ll rush. All I’ll be able to think about is doing more, and I want to savor this.” Letting my lips follow the path my finger took, I kiss the line of her jaw, to her chin. Then lift my lips and look into her eyes before wrapping my hand around her neck and slowly pressing my lips to hers.
The second our lips meet, everything becomes clear. Everything I want. Everything I need. Everything I’ve been missing. Fire fills my heart as sparks of electricity crack around us. “Kend,” I groan against her lips.
She slides her hand up my chest to the side of my neck, her fingers brushing through the hair at the base as she pulls my lips tighter to hers, deepening our kiss. Wrapping my hands under her ass, I lift her up and set her on the counter, leaning into her. Then her tongue glides over my bottom lip, and without thought, I open my mouth and plunge my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the tiny yelp she lets out at the forcefulness of my movements.
Her fingers curl into my hair as she melts into the kiss, playing along, teasing me like she’s done all damn week. Her tongue is like a drug, every stroke, twist, and swirl taking me higher. I’m hookedon her. This endless high. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in this kiss.
But when she reaches for the button of my jeans, I rest my hand over hers, then slowly pull away, chest heaving. She licks her lips as she gazes into my eyes.
“How long?” I ask.
“What?”
“How long have you wanted this?”
She smiles sheepishly. “A long time. What about you?”
I rest my head against hers, letting out a short laugh. “A long time. God, we’re idiots.”
She shrugs. “Maybe. But it was a lot to risk.” Her voice is hushed and vulnerable.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I look deep into her dark whiskey eyes.
“No more risk. This is what I want. You. Us.”
“Me too.”
“Thank God,” I say with a relieved laugh.
We stare at each other for a moment longer, then our lips crash together again in a ferocious, wild kiss. This time, when she reaches for the button of my jeans, I let her undo it. A second later, they’re around my ankles and the rock-hard boner I’m sporting is resting between her thighs. Stepping out of my jeans, I rock against her, and she groans.
Smiling against her lips, I slide my hands under the shirt I put on her and slowly lift it up, pulling my lips off hers as I sweep the shirt over her head and toss it on the floor.
“Warmer now?” I ask.
“Definitely.”
“Good.” I kiss her hard, then work my lips down her neck. Her head drops back as she drags her fingers across my shoulders.
It’s good I put my shirt on her earlier. I can barely contain myself now that she’s naked again. And damn, I want to take my time. How long have I wanted more with her? To touch her likethis? To kiss across her chest and set her skin prickling with goosebumps.
“Devon,” she breathes as my mouth moves lower, licking over the curve of her breast then flicking at her nipple with my tongue. Her hands move up to my hair, threading the curls and tugging as I sweep my lips over to her other breast, this time pulling the nipple between my teeth.
She moans again, and my cock strains against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.
“Devon?”
“Hm?”
“Can you call me a good girl again?”
Jesus fuck.
“You like when I call you a good girl?”
“Mhm,” she mumbles as I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
