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“What is it, then?”
“I was just thinking … about the last time we kissed. And how I ended up getting thrown against a wall.” He glanced behind himself nervously.
Laughing, I arched up into him, flinging my hands around his neck. “It’s not like that this time.”
“It’s not?”
“Trust me,” I whispered throatily.
He did.
Chapter Twenty-Three
All the aches and pains—the fatigue, the fear, the worries, and the stress—evaporated in a flash as his lips devoured me. For once, in the months since I had met him, since that night at the stream where I had misread everything so badly, it was justus.Nobody else, no pressing battle, no immediate wound, fight, or situation.
Just me, a woman, and him, a man, and nothing between us. Not even clothes as his fell to the floor, Kiel joining me in nakedness. Our bodies pressed tight to one another, skin on skin.
Although all shifters were used to nudity, and I had seen every part of Kiel a dozen times before, it was always different in the embrace of intimacy and sex. Now, I was exploring him as a partner, my attention onhiminstead of whatever else required us to be naked. Usually a fight.
No blood was shed as he pinned me to the door, my legs around his waist, his lips kissing, biting, and sucking my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, and even my shoulder. My eyes rolled back into my head, his hands squeezing tight on my ass as he held me there. I was his canvas to paint with kisses, his clay to mold with his hands.
And Kiel was amasterof his craft.
My breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as he licked and sucked my breasts. His strength was impressive as he pushed me hard against the door, holding me there with just his arms as he sank lower, his tongue trailing across my ribs, my stomach, and between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, arms spread wide, scraping for purchase but finding nothing but the smooth door, my legs spread wide with his face between them as he held me five feet off the ground.
His fingers curled around my hamstrings, his shoulders and biceps flexing with swollen muscles. Then he paused, his tongue inches from my clit.
“Why did you stop?” I whimpered. “Please don’t stop. I was enjoying that.”
He glanced around, his head twisting left and right.
“What is it? Did you hear something?” I felt ridiculous, hoisted in the air like that.
“No, not at all. It’s just …” He looked up, a wry grin spreading across his face. “We’re just normally interrupted. So, I was kind of waiting for it. That’s all.”
I laughed from where I sat mid-air, back to the wooden door. “Fair point. But I—”
“Guess we’re not,” Kiel rumbled and ran his tongue across my clit.
All at once I stopped giving a damn about the ridiculous logistics of my position as my eyes rolled back into my head, moans and gasps the only sound I could make. I didn’t care if anyone could hear us through the door. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered was Kiel and his damn near sorcerous tongue. It had to be magic.
“Oh my god,” I moaned through a half-bitten lip, wanting to grab his head and pull it hard to my pussy, but not daring to move in case I fell.
I was floating. It almost wasn’t real, the world finally slowing just long enough for us to enjoy the moment, one I hadn’t always believed was coming.
The waves of body-tingling ecstasy flowing out from between my legs weren’t slowing. Kiel’s tongue kept up a slow, steady rhythm that my body could work its way into. Like the crash of the surf on a warm beach, I got lost in the pattern, in how one simple, erotic touch lifted me into a new plane of being, one that was slowly speeding its way to the edge.
“Oh,fuck!” I cried as I went over the cliff, my body tightening around Kiel, clamping his head between my legs.
Then I exploded outward, my pussy drenching his face with juices as he licked on and on, draining me with wave after wave of pleasure that assaulted my body and my mind, drowning it in wonderful endorphin heaven, a pleasant warmth that tingled every nerve ending from my ears to my toes.
“Much better,” Kiel rumbled, the vibrations tickling the insides of my thighs as he pulled me off the wall.
I slid down his body, my arms linking behind his neck, stopping me so I could look into his eyes, noting the lust coloring them a brighter blue than normal.
“Come here,” I said, brushing my forearm over his mouth before kissing him deeply, showing my appreciation for his tender touch.
