“Kirin, I can’t wait! I’m…Kirin!” I come undone in a rush, stars flickering before my eyes as the orgasm slams through me, bringing Kirin right along with it. The bed slams into the wall, the framed Aces rattling overhead, and Kirin comes with a deep sigh, burying his face against my neck as he rides out wave after wave after wave.
And then he collapses on top of me, trembling and spent, smothering me in the best possible way.
* * *
“Did the room survive?” he asks, slowly rolling over onto his back.
I look around and take stock—wall art hanging askew, blankets in a heap on the floor, half the mattress exposed. The empty tea mug is tipped on its side, rocking back and forth on the nightstand. I have no idea where his sweats or my underwear ended up.
“The room may have picked up a few battle scars.” I snuggle against his chest, reveling in the strong, solid protection of his arms. “But not because of your Tower-ness.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, barely holding back my smile. “To borrow a phrase from our recent past, it’s all just my regular ol’ human expression of big-O excitement.”
Kirin lets out a pent-up breath, his hold on me tightening. “Guess I’d better keep an eye on you, little wrecking ball.”
“Eyes, hands, mouth… I’ll take whatever’s available, really.” I lean over and kiss him, enjoying the lingering taste of chocolate and cinnamon. “Do you need more tea?”
“I don’t need the tea,” he says with a smile. “But I do need to tell you something.”
His eyes turn serious and intense, his energy prickling with fresh nerves.
I hold my breath, biting my bottom lip as my own nerves start firing. What if he didn’t like it? What if it reallywastoo much for him, and he’s just holding it all back to protect my feelings? What if the tea pushed his mind into overdrive, and now he’s grappling with—
“I’mridiculouslyin love with you, Stevie,” he says, tracing his thumb across my lips. “And I realized something tonight.”
I prop my head up on my elbow, my smile chasing away the last of the nerves. “What’s that?”
“As long as I get to hear you make that sound again, I don’t care if we bring down every damn wall on campus.”
I laugh, hooking my leg over his hips, my core already aching for more.
Kirin’s eyes turn serious again.
“I was a fool to run away from you,” he says, pulling me up to straddle him. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making amends for that, if you’ll let me.”
“Hmm.” I tap my lips, pretending to consider the offer. Between my thighs, his cock stiffens, and I let out a breathy moan, sliding along the hard, hot length.
Kirin grabs my backside and arches his hips, guiding himself inside me once again.
“Can I call you Mr. Cinnamon Buns?” I breathe.
Goddess, he feels amazing…
Kirin closes his eyes and shakes his head, but there’s no mistaking the smile on his lips.
Before he can deny me a single demand, I lean forward and kiss him.
“Either way,” I whisper, “I’m ridiculously in love with you too.”
Twenty-Five
CASS
Despite what my esteemed colleagues may believe, I don’t—as a general rule—enjoy torture. Especially on an otherwise pleasant Sunday morning.
I find it monstrous and in most cases wholly unnecessary, not to mention messy.
