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Soft at first, her lips molded to mine with a tremble, fucking unraveling me. I pulled her in, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist like she might vanish if I let go. She pressed into me, sighing into the kiss like it was the first time she’d exhaled all day. She pulled me in again. This time, the kiss was heavier. Fiercer. Full of need that left no room for lies.
I spent a lot of time thinking about kissing her, about what I would do when I got the chance to touch her again, to be with her. I stopped trying to figure out what it was I liked about kissing Kaylor more than any other girl. I gave up trying to figure out what made her special. She just was.
My hands skimmed down her curves with deliberate leisure because I wanted to draw this out for as long as possible, savor every lick, touch, kiss, tremor, and moan. But I was still a guy,and it didn’t take long for my craving to overcome reasoning. I longed to feel every inch of her nakedness pressing into me.
“I think I noticed something on your shirt,” she murmured against my mouth, her fingers drifting to the hem of my tee.
“Oh yeah?”
Her head angled to the side as she took my bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s got to go.”
“You’re the boss.”
“Careful. I might like having control over you.” She tugged at my shirt, and I helped her lift it over my head. Her gaze captured mine, and with a twist of her lips, she lifted her arms in the air. “My turn.”
“With pleasure.” I rid her of her shirt, tossing it to the side.
She melted into me as my lips reclaimed hers, and I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to the reading chaise, half shrouded in shadows, the moonlight filtering through the tall windows painted silver across her skin, and I swore I’d never seen anything so heartbreakingly beautiful.
Pushing up, my fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans, shimmying them over her hips and down her legs. Her silky, white panties were next to go, leaving her bare for my feasting. And I was fucking starved for her.
There was no resistance when my fingers stroked her clit, warmth and wetness making it effortless to slip inside her. One finger. Then two.
Her back bowed off the oversized chaise, lifting her perky breasts closer to my face, and fuck, if I would die a happy man in this moment.
“Jesus, you’re hotter than I remember,” I rasped, the words slipping out like a confession I couldn’t take back.
She cocked an eyebrow, strands of her silver hair framing her gorgeous face. “Is that so?” That smirk told me she knew I wasso damn lost in her. Giving her pleasure only amplified mine…so perhaps we were lost in each other.
I bent lower, teeth grazing her nipple before my mouth closed over it, my tongue circling slowly. Her nails dug into my shoulder. “I can’t seem to get enough of you,” I murmured against her skin.
“Good,” she said, dragging her nails down the length of my chest, leaving faint trails of heat in their wake. “I want you addicted.”
My gaze locked on hers, heat and passion tangled in the same breath. “Careful what you wish for, little raven.” I pressed my mouth to the scar on her shoulder, the one that still made my heart tighten every time I saw it. A bullet had pierced her there, so close to ending everything. If she’d moved a step the wrong way, or if the shooter’s aim had been off by a fraction, she wouldn’t be here at all. My life without her was a hollow, colorless thing I didn’t even want to picture.
She reached between our bodies, wrapping her fingers around my dick. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I didn’t think I could get harder. She proved me wrong as the pad of her thumb grazed the slick tip of my cock. A deep groan vibrated in my throat. “God forbid, I deny you anything.”
She guided that throbbing part of my manhood to the opening of her core, and I gave her what she asked for, my hips thrusting once. It was all it took for me to be buried deep within her. The sound that left her, low, throaty, was enough to make my control snap, her body tightening around me, and I set a rhythm that was part claim, part punishment. Kaylor clung to me, nails in my back, urging me to move harder. My forehead dropped to hers, my breath ragged as I ground out, “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her lips brushed mine, a ghost of a kiss, her smirk still there even in the chaos. “Then show me.”
And I did, driving into her with every ounce of want, tenderness, and devotion I had left in me until there was nothing else in the room, nothing else in the world, but her. No games. No lies. No past. The rest of the world fell away.
21
KAYLOR
The fire in the hearth had burned low, amber flames dancing lazily over charred logs, casting shifting shadows across the walls. I was curled into Kreed’s side, my head resting against the solid warmth of his chest, skin still flushed from what we’d shared. His arm wrapped around me, muscles relaxed but still protective, the steady rhythm of his breathing almost enough to calm the turmoil inside me.
Almost.
My fingers trailed the black ink sprawled across his skin, following the intricate lines and shapes etched into him like a map. The tattoos were warm under my touch, raised slightly where the needle had gone deepest.
I soaked up everything: his scent, cedar with hints of sea; his warmth, the way it seeped into my bones and chased away the cold that had lived there for so long; and the low hum of contentment vibrating in his throat when I moved closer. I was trying to stamp it all into memory, to burn these moments into my soul so deep they’d never fade.
These were my last minutes with him, and I wanted to press them into my bones like flowers between book pages, but the tighter I held on, the more everything inside me threatened to slip loose.
