“You were about to.”
Her mouth tightens.
I kneel in front of her and settle my hands on her waist, taking in the warm softness of her beneath my palms.
“I have wanted my hands here for months.”
Her breath catches.
I kiss her stomach, feeling the muscles tighten beneath my mouth before I work higher.
“Take it off,” she whispers.
I open her bra and let it fall away. The sight of her nearly empties my head.
“Fuck.”
Color rises across her face.
I cup one breast and brush my thumb over her nipple.
She arches into my hand.
I put my mouth on her.
Kaia gasps, fingers tightening in my hair as I suck gently and give the other breast the same attention with my hand. Her body responds to every change in pressure, every slow pull of my lips, every pass of my tongue over the tightened peak.
By the time I ease her back onto the mattress, she is breathing my name.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans.
“Can I take these off?”
“Yes.”
I pull them down with her underwear.
Her face turns red when I look at her.
“You are staring.”
“I know.”
“Zain.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then let me look.”
I run one hand up the inside of her thigh. She jerks at the first touch.
Already wet.
My jaw tightens.
“Christ, Kaia.”
