Page 59 of Whirlwind
Tyson
Fuck, she tastes better than the top-shelf bourbon. I push my tongue further, and she wraps her arms around my neck, settling into my lap. Her legs wind around my waist, never separating her lips from mine.
Her eagerness makes it hard to remember our circumstances. As terrified as I am of rushing her, I’m equally determined not to deny her anything she wants. It’s a tightrope, but I don’t mind walking it for her.
I do hate that she got in her feels about Isla, earlier, though. I’m the asshole for not being more careful. Missing Isla and Sadie is something I still struggle with—not because I’m in love with my ex, but because we had more than just sex. We were friends. That’s what I miss.
But nothing like I’d miss a life without Kit’s perfect body grinding on me the way it is right now. She’s taking the lead, and I have every intention of letting her—regardless of how out of the norm that is for me. My cock hardens to steel under her rhythmic movements.
Every mewl she makes tests my resolve further. I want her naked, but need it to be at her pace. Feeling her skin to skin is something I’d kill for right now.
As if she hears me, she tugs at the buttons of my shirt, and we separate just long enough to pull it the rest of the way off.
“I didn’t expect to love kissing,” she pants.
“You didn’t?”
“No. I thought it would, I don’t know…smell or something,” she says casually—as if she isn’t pulling off her top and undoing her bra. I laugh, right up until the straps slip off her shoulders, dropping the rest of the fabric and exposing ample breasts with pert, dark nipples.
“Hell, Kit. You’re a goddamn goddess.”
She stills, her eyelashes fluttering like she’s trying to process the words.
“Do you need me to put you in front of a mirror so you can see for yourself?”
“No, thank you,” she says, scrunching her nose.
“Then, I need you to admit you’re beautiful.” I press my lips to her clavicle. “That you’re the sexiest woman in all of Seattle.” I trail my mouth lower, brushing the skin of her breast. Her chest hitches. “Do you believe it, Kit?”
The wait for her answer is excruciating. The need to suck her into my mouth is as urgent as my next heartbeat.
“I’ve never believed that before,” she says, meeting my eyes. “But I can see the truth on your face.”
Her fingers tremble as they brush my cheek, then tangle in my hair the moment I take her nipple into my mouth. The pull is delicious—the perfect mix of pain and pleasure—as my tongue flicks her stiff peak.
Her moan encourages me, but we’re still wearing too much.
“Upstairs,” I mumble, shifting her in my arms so I can stand. “We need fewer clothes, more skin.”
“Yes, please,” she says, burying her face in the crook of my neck. She kisses and tastes, sending chills down my spine. If thiswere any other woman, I’d stop halfway up the stairs and fuck her until we couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began.
Instead, I make it all the way to my bed, setting her down gently before kneeling to unlace the boots she’s still wearing. When I glance up, she’s watching me with a soft smile—bare breasts unapologetically on display, no hint of distress or embarrassment.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say, untying the second boot and tossing it aside.
“Hey.”
“Can I take your pants off?”
“No. But you can take yours off,” she answers with a sly smile.
Standing, I kick off my shoes and waste no time undressing. When I shed my boxers, her cheeks flush.
“I love that you like looking at me, Kit.” I stroke my cock, her eyes following the motion like she’s studying for the biggest exam of her life.
“Do you want to look at me, too?”
“Whenever you’re ready for that,” I say, even though my head is screamingfuck yes.
