Page 51 of Unearthed Dreams
His forehead pressed against mine. “We need to slow down.”
“Why?” I couldn’t keep the frustration from my voice. A week of careful touches, of him teaching me pleasure but never taking it further had me coiled tight. “Don’t you want?—”
“God, yes.” His grip tightened, holding me still when I tried to rock against him. “But not like this. Not rushed on a Sunday morning when anyone could come looking for you.”
“No one’s looking for me.” But even as I said it, my phone buzzed from somewhere in the tangled sheets.
Kai laughed, low and rough. “You were saying?”
I groaned, dropping my head to his shoulder. “I hate when you’re right.”
“No, you don’t.” He pressed a soft kiss to my temple. “Besides, some things are worth waiting for.”
The promise in his voice made me shiver. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve actuallyhadsex before.”
“Charlie...” The warning in his tone just made me want him more.
“Fine.” I pulled back with an exaggerated sigh. “But one of these days, your self-control is going to snap.”
In one fluid motion, Kai flipped us, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. The delicious weight of him pressed me into the mattress, his heated skin searing against mine through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. My breath hitched as his hips ground against my core, the hard length of him hitting just right and making my back arch off the bed.
“Trust me,” he whispered against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His teeth grazed my pulsepoint as he set a maddening rhythm, the steady pressure making me writhe beneath him.
“Kai,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as sparks of pleasure shot through me. “Oh god...”
His low groan vibrated against my throat as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin. One hand slid down my side to grip my hip, holding me steady as he rocked harder against me. The friction was exquisite, building and building until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Careful what you wish for.” His eyes darkened. “Now, come for me, pretty girl.”
The pressure exploded into white-hot pleasure, making me cry out his name as my body convulsed. Wave after wave crashed over me as I trembled beneath him, my thighs quivering around his hips. When I finally caught my breath, my skin still tingling with aftershocks, Kai was pressing tender kisses everywhere—my temple, my flushed cheeks, the corner of my mouth. His touch was reverent, a sharp contrast to the heated passion of moments before.
“Still frustrated?” he murmured, a hint of smugness in his voice.
“Mmm.” I curled into his chest, feeling boneless. “Content. For now.”
His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “Insatiable.”
“Only for you. But now it’s my turn,” I whispered, pushing against his broad chest until he fell back against the pillows. I climbed into his lap, the thin cotton of my borrowed shirt sliding up my thighs. His calloused hands found my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh as I rolled my pelvis against his throbbing length. The delicious friction against my overlysensitive clit made me gasp, sparks of pleasure shooting through my core with each deliberate grind.
“Charlie,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His grip tightened, guiding my movements as I rocked faster, harder. The muscles in his arms flexed and strained as he fought to control himself, his abs clenching beneath my splayed fingers.
I leaned down to nip at his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. His pulse raced beneath my tongue as I sucked a mark onto his throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped as I shifted my angle, pressing down harder. His hips bucked up to meet mine, the force of his thrust making me whimper. His whole body was taut with restraint as I worked him closer and closer to the edge.
His fingers were bruising my hips as his breathing grew ragged and harsh. “Charlie, I’m gonna—” The rest of his words dissolved into a guttural moan as his body went rigid, his grip almost painful as he shuddered through his release.
I just made a thirty-two-year-old man come in his pants.
“God, Charlie,” he breathed against my neck. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I grinned, feeling powerful. Desired.
Anything but boring.
Chapter Eighteen
KAI
