Page 73 of Kylo
I slid out, turning her, and pressing her flat against the cushions before coming over her.
My lips were on hers then, soft, deep.
Her body was lax beneath me, but her lips responded, kissing me back until my mouth felt like it was tingling.
Her hands drifted up and down my back and her hips started to do soft little rocks against me.
I lifted up, watching her face as I gently pressed back inside.
My breath shook out of my chest as a soft sigh escaped her while I slowly stretched her to the base.
Her arms and legs wrapped me up then, and I leaned down, taking her lips again.
No amount of her moaning, of her writhing and soft pleading, would make me go faster.
I wanted to make this last.
I wanted, in some silent way, to show her that this meant something to me.
So all I could give her was slow, sweet, intense,meaningful. And that’s what I did.
But even a slow pace drove her to that edge. And before long, she was crashing over, her cries muffled against my lips.
I buried deep, coming with her.
Afterward, I couldn’t seem to make myself move away. At least not until my arms ached from trying to hold up some of my weight, and Rue’s little aftershocks had settled, and our breathing and heartbeats had slowed.
I pressed one last kiss to her lips before moving away.
I grabbed my towel and then made my way right into the main bathroom.
I shut the door, locked it, cleaned up, then finally looked up at myself in the mirror.
I saw it there.
The conflicted feelings rushing through my head, heart, blood.
The pleasure mixed with dread, with regret, with, yes, fear.
I never should have put my hands on her.
It would have been hard enough without that connection.
But now? Now that I knew exactly what I was losing, what webothwould be losing?
Fuck.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this night.
The cowardly part of me wanted to drop her off at the club and let Huck handle the ugly shit. But I knew I couldn’t do that. She deserved the truth from me. And I deserved whatever reaction she would have to it all.
I wrapped the towel around myself and made my way back out to find she’d already pulled the new cart out of the elevator.
On it were two plates of three different cheesecake slices on each and a carafe of coffee with all the fixings.
“I thought we were just getting vanilla cheesecake,” she said, cheeks still flushed from the sex, her smile warm enough to melt the iceberg of dread in my heart.
“I figured we had to try all of them,” I said, looking down at the vanilla bean, chocolate swirl, and cherry.
