Page 79 of Forbidden Love

Kylie accepted the glass and took a long pull. Then she smiled as she swished the wine in the glass. “This was exactly what I needed.”

Before I could ask any follow-up questions, she’d wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me down to meet her lips. She tasted like chocolate, red wine, and heaven. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

“I want you,” she said to me between kisses.

“I want you too.” All night long. I wanted to sink into her and forget about everything else, the logistics of convincing her that I was enough. She was slipping away, and I needed to hold on.

So, I set her glass aside and lifted her so that her legs came around my hips. Our lips never parted as I walked her up the steps and into her room. I placed her on the comforter then pulled my shirt over my head and toed off my shoes.

She’d righted herself and crawled across the bed to the end. Her eyes were dark with lust. “I want to taste you.”

My cock twitched in the confines of my jeans. I shoved them down just as she reached for it, squeezing hard. I groaned because it was just the right amount of pressure I needed in the moment. I wanted to remember that she was mine, even if it was only for tonight.

Then she licked the pre-cum from the head and closed her eyes like it was a piece of that cake. Then she sucked me down, swallowing against the back of her throat. I bit my lip and rested my hand lightly on her hair when I wanted to thrust into her mouth.

She pulled off. “You can do whatever you want to.”

I held myself still, every muscle in my body tense. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Then she sucked me down again, her gaze on mine. I flicked my hips, testing the waters. But she moaned around my cock, happily. I set a nice and easy rhythm, going deeper with each movement.

She sucked and licked, squeezing the base of my cock with her hand. I was so hard. I was quickly barreling toward what I expected would be an epic release.

“Can I mark you?” I asked as her eyes widened. “I want to coat your skin with my cum.”

The image had me harder than I’d ever been.

She pulled off and nodded.

I braced my feet and jerked off, aiming my cock at her chest. I’d never done this with anyone before, and I felt like a randy teenager. I was excited she was letting me have my way with her. When I erupted, spurts of cum shooting over one nipple and then the other, I groaned at the sight. “You’re gorgeous covered in my cum.”

I reached out to smear it over her chest. I wanted her covered in me. I wanted her to smell like me. I felt possessive tonight, like no one else could ever claim her because I already had.

Kylie sat back on her heels, her tone tinged with awe. “That was hot.”

“It’s your turn.” I touched her shoulder and pressed lightly until she was flat on her back, her legs spread. I left the cum on her chest because it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen, and I moved between her legs.

I breathed her in, telling her how gorgeous she looked covered in my cum. Then I used my fingers and tongue to drive her over the edge. Her fingers twisted in the sheets; her legs trembled when she finally went over.

I wanted to leave her dirty all night, but I knew it wouldn’t be comfortable. I stood to grab a warm washcloth and cleaned her off. I threw it to the side before drawing her to me.

My heart was full of love for her. But I couldn’t tell her how I felt until I spoke to her brothers. It was this block in my head I couldn’t climb over or get around.

In the back of my mind, I thought we had more time.

CHAPTER 22

KYLIE

I spent the next week sending out résumés. I wasn’t sure why I felt like I had to do it. Maybe I was worried I’d miss out on an opportunity. Or I needed to explore all my options before I made a final decision.

All I knew was that I was offered the position I’d always wanted, but it didn’t feel satisfying. I still felt this empty cavern in my chest. I couldn’t figure out what that meant. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to stay in Telluride. I was destined to be the lone family member who lived somewhere else.

On Friday, I was supposed to meet with the mayor, Todd, and the town’s event coordinator, Scarlett. We were supposed to discuss my ideas for Kylie’s Kids and how I could possibly partner with the town.

I walked into the fancy Italian restaurant with my work uniform of a pencil skirt, heels, and a silky button-down blouse. I’d worn more makeup than I had the entire time I’d been home. It felt a little foreign now that I’d been back and living a somewhat different life than before.

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