She’d never come with a man inside her.
I was going to be the one to make that happen.
That was the moment I stopped worrying about anything other than Kailey, her body, her reactions, the climax that was barreling her way. Thrusts at the angle that made her shudder, the rhythm that had pink darkening on her cheeks, the pressure that had sweat sheeting her body.
And then…
I saw her face change, saw the millisecond that things changed from good to almost there to going to happen and?—
My name on her tongue, those eyes going wide, that pussy tightening around me.
She fell apart, and I was barely a moment behind her, my orgasm practically scorching the skin from my bones and turning me to ash.
I came out of it with my bare ass on her kitchen floor, her limp body in my lap, and the realization that?—
“I didn’t even get your underwear off, little bird.”
Still.
Then laughter.
“Or your bra.”
More laughter, so husky and soft that it had my cock still twitching and hard inside her, making it known that it was up for another round.
Her head tilted back; her lips curved. “Was that your punishment or mine?”
I didn’t know.
I didn’t care.
All I knew was that now the edge was off.
It was time for the war of delicate, careful touches, for her slow surrender.
And if that was my punishment, then I couldn’t fucking wait.
Twenty-Four
Kailey
A kiss to my wrist had my eyes opening, focusing after a few moments on the man curled up next to me in my bed.
I groaned and rolled over, backing myself against his frame, melting a little when his arm came around my middle, drawing me even closer to him. He was so big that his body dwarfed mine, that I could curl into him and find a safe harbor in the world.
Quiet.
Safe.
Peaceful.
Smitty.
“I’m debating,” he said a few moments later, his chin moving lightly against my head as he spoke, the words ruffling my hair.
I waited for more, content to lie there with my eyes closed, languid and relaxed.
But when he didn’t say anything further after a few moments, I prompted, “About what?”