Page 58 of Beauty and Kaos

“Give it to me now,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I want you to come.”

He tugs my head back by my hair as he buries himself deep inside me, and I explode around him. Ripples of electricity race through me as every cell in my body orgasms at once.His fingers dig into my hip as I hear him groan amidst a rhythm of slaps that bounce me on the bed. As his hips slow and his grip releases in my hair, I struggle to catch my breath, smiling into the comforter.

A giddy wave of euphoria washes over me as I stand and lean back against his chest. His cock slips out, and I wind my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine. He bites my lip.

“Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?” He asks, amused.

“I feel amazing,” I explain, my smile widening.

“I agree,” he says with a nod, his hands roaming over my heated skin. “You feel amazing.”

I laugh. “Since I got here, my life has been out of control. I’ve been chasing it, but it keeps slipping through my fingers. Then I give it to you, and the world stops spiraling.”

“You can have it back when you’re sober. Right now, it’s mine,” he says, smiling against my neck as his arms tighten around me. “You’re all mine.”

“If you have all of me, what do I have left?”

He nips my shoulder. “Me.”

I sigh. It would be so easy to love him.

“You should show me your boat,” I suggest, watching his eyes in the candlelight. “If we don’t get out of this room, I’m just going to keep using you as a scratching post.”

“You think changing locations is going to stop that?” He drags his fingers down my arms, and I shiver.

“Point taken.”

“Come on,” he takes my hand in his. “I’ll show you around.” He picks up one of the candles from the nightstand and leadsme through the interior rooms. A second bedroom, two bathrooms, a room surrounded by workbenches and hanging tools that I suspect is his garage. When we return to the kitchen he grabs me around the waist and sits me on the counter. He pours an ice water from the fridge and hands it to me, setting the candle on the counter beside me.

His hands run up my leg, over all the buckles of my shoe to pause at the tiny zipper on the back. Pulling it slowly down the full length of my leg to the ankle, he slides it off. Then he repeats the motion for the other shoe. I’m finally completely free.

I sip the cool water, sighing as it courses through my body. His hands return to my bare leg, massaging my foot. I lean back and take a deep breath, my eyes colliding with his in the dark.

“There’s still so much of you I haven’t explored,” he explains, his hands moving over my ankles to my calves. “I don’t know how long this will take. We should probably call out of work today.” He kneels and kisses the inside of my knee. “Maybe the rest of the week.”

I laugh. “We’re going to feel like shit when this wears off. You won’t want anything to do with me.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t need X to want you like this.”

My heart skitters in my chest, and I bite my lip. “You can’t say things like that.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh, massaging the muscles above my knee. “The truth?”

I shake my head. “Yeah. Definitely none of that.”

He smiles. “You fucked me up. It’s your problem now.”

“I can find better things for your mouth todo,” I challenge, and he rises to kiss me. Lingering and wet, and cool from the water.

“Talking to me scares you,” he says against my lips. “You’re so fearless, it’s hard to believe that you could be afraid of me.”

“It’s because you’re real. I’m not ready for it. It’s not why I’m here. I wasn’t expecting you.” I don’t mean to admit it, but I do.

“I wish I didn’t want you,” he says. “I tried not to, but I can’t stop. It’s like I’m drawn to you. Hopelessly. Uncontrollably.” His mouth trails down my neck. “And now that I’ve had you, I need more.”

“I don’t belong here.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t belong anywhere else.”

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