Page 47 of Strip Bare

"I guess you'll just have to use your mouth," he said innocently, like he didn't just set my whole body aflame.

"Promises, promises," I muttered as he bent his head to kiss me again.

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I was sore the next day from the amount of time Kit and I had spent devouring each other. Eventually we'd moved into my room and as the sunlight filtered in I didn't think I'd ever been so relaxed before.

Kit was asleep on my chest and I was idly stroking my fingers through his hair. It was almost as long as mine now but I still couldn't see any hint of roots peeking through.

Kit stirred and I smiled even as tension threaded through me. We hadn't spoken much last night, but now it was time. I couldn't put it off forever. "Morning."

"Hey," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

"A little after eleven."

He sighed, shifting off of me to stretch his arms above his head and I couldn't say I minded the view of his lean muscles.

"We need to talk," I said and he stilled, rolling over to face me.

"Now?"

"Yes."

He blew out a long breath but nodded. "Okay. What do you want me to say?"

I frowned. This was not how I'd expected this to start. "Well, I just want to know what we're doing here. I told you I loved you."

"Yes."

"You didn't say it back."

"No."

I blinked at him, opening and closing my mouth as I thought through what to say, my mind spinning. "Okay. I guess I understand then." I rolled away, swinging my legs to get out of bed when his next words stopped me.

"Leo, I love you."

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of me as I flopped back down onto the bed. "You do?" Bastard, messing with me like that.

“More than should be physically possible.”

"So are we like, dating?"

His smile was slow but his kiss was all heat as he leaned into me. "You're mine."

I nodded but the heat in his eyes didn't dull.

"Say it."

"I'm yours, Kit."

I could feel the length of him, hardening against my hip and I moved restlessly until he kissed me into stillness again.

"I'm yours," he told me and then kissed me. "This mouth is mine." He trailed kisses down my chest and arms, sucking one of my fingers into his mouth briefly. "These are mine too." I nodded, my brain still stuck on the feeling of his tongue curling around my skin. "This cock," he said, voice rough as he reached for me and found me hard, waiting for him, "is mine."

I nodded frantically as he moved his hand over me in slow, full strokes that quickened as I bucked my hips, needing more.

"Do you want me inside you?" he murmured as I writhed. "Or do you want my mouth?"

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