When he pulls away, I whimper in protest. But he responds by placing me in his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist. He grips my neck with his hand gently, slowly pulling down the sleeve of my sweater to expose my shoulder. I feel heat searing my body, shivers sliding down my spine.
“Allison doesn’t matter. Julian doesn’t matter. No one else matters.” He pauses to place a kiss on my neck and another on my collarbone. “All that matters is us, how you feel when you come onmytongue,” his voice is a whisper and a caress.
“Fuck, Kai, if the goal is for us to not have sex, you really shouldn’t say things like that,” I reply.
“Baby, we don’t need to have sex for me to make you come. In fact, I’m pretty sure if I feel you right now you are going to be ready for me,” he says, making slow, intoxicating circles with his tongue along the column of my throat and caressing my hip.Holy shit.
“I am,” I breathe. Though I’m not sure how I’m stringing words together. “Fuck, that feels so good, Kai,” I practically moan, carnal need coursing through my veins.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, nipping my earlobe.
“Huh?” I respond, confused and a little dizzy. He laughs and pulls back to face me.
“I said is that what you want?” he repeats, kissing me senseless and capturing my bottom lip between his teeth.
God, why is that the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever done? Oh right, because it’s Kai, my ex-boyfriend, (current boyfriend?) and father of my child. Everything he does is hot, especially since we’re banned from having sex. Maybe it’s because I haven’t hadmind blowing sex in years. The sex with Julian was good, but it wasn’t Kai. Only Kai could crack my heart and my soul wide open and make me come back, begging for more.
Every time.
Only him.
“I want you to do less talking with that mouth.”
“What else?”
“I want you to fuck me with it,” I demand, surprising myself. I don’t just want him, I need him. I need his tongue sliding over every inch of my body more than I need my next fucking breath. I need to lose myself in him, drown myself in him. I’m starved for this man.
“Kendall, just so you know, another guy will never have their hands, mouth, or cock anywhere near you,” he says, his hands gliding over my hips to stroke my back. “The only guy that is going to be worshipping your magnificent body is me. So, if you don’t want that, say the word.”
“I only want you,” I rasp, breathless and lightheaded.
“If you let me, I promise to make you come so hard you forget your own name, you forget any guy that ever thought he deserved you,” he says, heat flaring in his eyes causing my nerve endings to bristle.
Then he carries me to his bedroom and makes good on every single promise.
***
Ahandfuloforgasmslater,we’re lying in Kai’s California king, me snuggled up to his side watching reruns ofThe Office. He strokes my hair with one hand and draws small circles on my thigh with the other. It feels like a dream and a memory even though I’ve never had it, never lived it. I’m caughtsomewhere in between deja vu and heaven. And it feels so good, so right, so perfect.
Chapter 36
Kai
Iturnmyfacetowardsher and brush a kiss against her forehead. This has to be what dreams are made of. Kendall in my bed after feeling her come apart on my tongue—not once, not twice, but three times. And god, she tastes so fucking good, like she’s made for me. My own personal brand of euphoria. She’s wearing my old Red Sox t-shirt, her nipples just barely visible, and her beautiful, tanned ass on full display. Her drugging kisses remind me how much I’ve missed her the past two days and her sweet, effervescent laugh vibrates against my chest.
“Kai, the magic you work with your mouth and fingers never ceases to amaze me,” she whispers, and immediately, my cock springs to attention.
“I know,” I respond with confidence but bordering on arrogance. She hits me playfully but before she can pull her hand back, I bring her palm to my face and kiss it lightly, followed by a kiss to the inside of her wrist. She presses into me, her soft curves against my hard edges and I start worshipping the spot underneath her earlobe I know she loves. “This shirt looks amazing on you but it would look even better off of you,” Iwhisper into her neck. She lets out a soft moan that has me hard in seconds. She’s so fucking sexy, beautiful, and mine. All mine.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to tear her clothes off and fuck her into oblivion. Distraction. I need a distraction and I need it right fucking now. Somehow, I manage to pry my lips from her skin and shift my body so that I’m peering down at her.
I tilt her chin towards me and brush her cheek with my thumb. “Are you hungry by any chance?” I ask, knowing the answer to this question is always yes.
“Yes. Thank god you asked. I’m starving,” she admits, rising up to sit on her knees. “I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I barely had time to eat dinner before rushing Akio to my moms’ and then coming here,” she responds.
“I knew you’d be ravenous after a night of lovemaking,” I joke.
“I am ravenous,” she chuckles. “We’ve burned a lot of calories tonight. What are you in the mood for?”
