I smile.
Then take him into my mouth again.
His hand tightens in my hair.
“Careful.”
The warning sends a thrill through me.
I keep going, slower now, watching his control fray in small ways: a rougher breath, a slight movement of his hips, my name dragged from somewhere deep in his chest.
I want more.
I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Kaia.”
There.
That is what I wanted.
A moment later, his hands close around my shoulders.
He pulls me to my feet.
“Zain.”
Then his mouth is on mine, hard and hungry. He kisses me as if tasting himself there does not bother him in the slightest.
By the time he pulls back, I am breathless.
“You were close.”
“Yes.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
His forehead rests against mine.
“Because I wanted your mouth.”
My knees nearly fail.
“That is very effective.”
His mouth curves.
Then he lifts me back onto the counter.
The coffee has gone cold.
The toast is probably ruined.
I do not care.
I wrap my legs around his waist and look up at him.
“Breakfast is going badly.”
