Aghast, I pushed his hand away with mine. “No way. My skin doesn’t pinch.”
“Bunch?” he suggested teasingly.
“Oh my gosh, no. How can you even suggest such a thing? That leads to…” I trailed off, like saying the dreaded word would be like an invitation to the universe. Yeah, no thank you.
“Wrinkles?”
“Get off me, you brute. Now you’re just being mean.”
Tucking his face into the side of my neck and sliding his arms under me to hold me close to him, I felt his body quaking with laughter.
Half-heartedly, I thumped his back. “Just mean.”
He licked a stripe across my skin, murmuring, “Poor, baby.” At my huff of disdain, he nibbled on my earlobe. “I’m sorry. What can I do to make it better?”
He ground down on top of me, and I felt the hard length of his dick. Well, okay. My own cock twitched, excited by the reaction from my mate.Wait. Mate?Sure, soulmate, destiny, blah, blah, blah, but this wasn’t some wolf shifter romance or something. Why was I thinking?—
I gasped as King adjusted our position, flipping us so I was on top of him. “Maybe you’ll quit getting lost in your head if you’re on top.” He threw his arms above his head. “Have your way with me.”
“That’s an offer I can’t refuse.” Leaning down, I sucked his full bottom lip into my mouth. Focusing on him and driving all the other hundreds of thought bubbles that tried to pop into my head away. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I drank in his groan while reaching down and tugging at his arms. I wanted his hands on me as much as I wanted to touch him.
As soon as he got the hint, I smoothed my palms under his shirt and over the top of his heated skin. Rucking his shirt up as I went, and not stopping until my fingertips grazed over his nipples. He gasped. His fingers clenched my thighs as our tongues tangled in a dance as old as time, and I flicked the dark disks.
But I knew us. How quickly we went from hesitant and careful around each other to combusting. Never getting to that place that I’d been longing for. Pulling back from him slowly, I said, “I really want you inside me tonight.”
King’s pupils blew, and he manhandled me again, moving us into a kneeling position on the center of my bed. “I guess this means you want me, too,” I teased.
Staring into my soul like no one else ever had before, he took off his shirt. Let it never be said that I didn’t know how to get with the program quickly. As I stood on the bed, I peeled off my shirt, then immediately went for the zipper of my pants. Smirking, King stood up too and promptly bumped his head on the ceiling.
We both laughed as he hunched down, pulled his jeans and underwear down past his ass, then fell on his butt, and pushed them off his long legs. Mouth salivating at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention, bobbing like it was happy to wave hello to me, I finished wiggling out of my pants and straddled King’s thighs. The large vein running up his dick needed my attention—pronto.
King laughed as I went to bend myself in half and suck him down, spun me around, and dropped his weight on me gently, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “If we go down that route, I’ll never end up inside of you.”
“Yes. Right. Good point,” I said, peppering the side of his face with kisses.
He turned his head and caught my lips in a hard kiss. Then that big catcher’s mitt he called a hand wrapped around my cock and stroked from root to tip, stopping and catching the precum welling out and coating his hand before he slid back down.
“Motherf’er,” I called out as my hips bucked into the air, wanting more. Needing more.
“Where’s your supplies, sweetheart?” he asked.
Sweetheart?Yes, please. “Bottom drawer.”
He lifted up and quirked a brow. “Bottom?” he questioned.
“Um, well, yeah.”
This was new. I didn’t usually feel self-conscious about these types of things, but I also didn’t usually bring men into my home. Even when Chance and I had been roommates, we rarely brought people into our apartment. Home was our safe space. A place where the outside world didn’t get to touch us unless we invited it in. Plus, technically, the bungalow was still Jetty’s. What if he needed a pen or something? He didn’t need to see…you know. All the things I’d accumulated during the lonelier times in my life.
King ran a finger down my nose. “Did you know your freckles get more pronounced when you’re blushing?”
Horrified, I covered my face. “My freckles? Oh my gawd. How long have you been able to see them?” Peeking out at him between my fingers, I continued, “I bought a new foundation. I can’t believe it’s not working.” Seriously, that company would be receiving a strongly worded email tomorrow.
King chuckled and leaned down, nudging my nose with his. “I hate to tell you, but I love your freckles.” My heart sped up. Helovedthem? “And it just so happens I get to see them every night.”
Confused, I blinked at him. Honestly, I was surprised I didn’t go soft as his meaning hit me. “In the Dream-veil,” we said at the same time.
Shit. Damn. Fuck.I’d never thought about how I showed up there. It wasn’t like I could keep my makeup on when I went to bed. My skin had to be a priority, butugh. King saw me scrubbed clean all the time. Mortifying. It was one thing for him to see me like this when it was purposeful. Like before bed, when I’d taken a deep breath and made sure the rest of me looked sexy as fuck.
