Page 65 of Other Side Of Never
Kian angled his head to look down at me, murmuring, “It’s been a long time?”
For fuck’s sake, Bridget, move over.I need my space.
“Years.”I blew out a long, slow breath without looking at him.
How much self-control is one woman supposed to have?
Kian ventured, “Held means…”
I rolled my eyes.“Wrapped in your arms, not your dick.”
He laughed and bumped me with his arm.Dipping his head toward me, he teased, “I’m flattered.I know I’m packing but it’s not quite long enough to wrap around you.I mean, it’s close.”
I snorted and crossed my arms over my breasts.I needed a padded bra.“You’re never getting in my vagina.I don’t want a lobotomy from your massive willy.”
“It’s called screwing your brains out,” he murmured.
My breath hissed through my teeth at the bird’s eye visual my mind conjured of Kian’s tight ass grinding between my thighs.
My head fell back, and my eyes fluttered.“Kian,” I breathed.
“Fuck,” he growled.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
16
Need
Shakingwithneed,Istaggered on trembling knees to the attached bathroom and locked myself in.With the shower set to five degrees north of volcanic, I snaked my hand down between my thighs and parted the slick lips of my sex with my middle finger, gasping at the first touch.
“Oh my,” I breathed.
If just the thought of him was this good, I couldn’t begin to imagine the reality.
Biting my bottom lip, one hand braced against the chilly tiled wall, I closed my eyes and set my mind free.
Kian’s lean hips wedged between my thighs, the muscles of his ass flexing as he rhythmically drove into me.
Kian’s strong arms braced on either side of my head, his chest hovering over mine.
Kian’s torso clenching as he rolled his hips.
Kian’s face tight with passion, Kian’s hazel eyes sparking with desire, Kian’s forehead beaded with sweat, Kian—
My body convulsed, shudders violently wracking my frame as I pressed against my clit, my orgasm barreling through me.A low groan at the back of my throat had me shoving my palm into my mouth to stem the sound.
Limbs liquid, I arched my neck back and closed my eyes as the hot water saturated my curls and plastered them to my back.I washed my hair slowly, massaging my scalp, more relaxed than I’d been in as long as I could remember.
Conditioned, dried, and moisturized, I wrapped my hair in a towel, then pulled on a clean bra and panties as well as my light summer pajamas before leaving the bedroom in search of my poor friend.
Friend, Bridge.
It wasn’t difficult to find him, the cottage was miniscule.Standing at the counter in the kitchen, he took two mugs down from the cupboard.
I made my way across the kitchen.“Hey.”
He angled his head toward me, eyes narrowed.“You look relaxed.”
