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News flash…I can’t control myself.

Apparently, the crush I had on Kai when I hit puberty never went sour.

It aged like a good wine.

He looks so fucking gorgeous. His wild hair. Those lusty green eyes. That sulky pout on his lush mouth.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing when I throw myself at him, pushing him onto his back. Maybe I was just going to kiss him some more. Whatever my original intention, it disappears the moment I see his cock tenting the front of his boxers.

It’s so fucking obscene.

So fucking hot.

I did that.

Me.

He grabs my wrists when I try to pull his boxers down, and I yelp when his strong fingers scrape my bones together.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, like he’s genuinely dying.

“Need me to draw you a fucking diagram?” I tug at my wrists, and on the second try, he loosens his grip just enough so I can pull free.

I slip down the waistband of his boxers, mesmerized by the way his dick bows, and then pops back up to slap his stomach before springing up a few inches.

I’m not even looking at him, because I can’t take my eyes off his cock. It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to truly appreciate it for what it is. And fuck, I didn’t realize it was so…perfect.

“Haven…” The pain in his voice forces me to look at him, even though I don’t want to.

I immediately start doubting myself when I see the confusion in his eyes.

Somehow I scrape together enough courage to speak.

“Tell me to stop.”

A frown creases his brow, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

“But I don’t want to,” he murmurs.

I lick my lips, and he flinches like I punched him in the gut.

“Then shut up.”

Chapter 62

Kai

Why is Haven staring at my dick like she’s never seen one before? And asking if I want to stop, like she doesn’t realize how far past that point we are⁠—

Jesus, I guess she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Not really.

She reaches out a timid hand, glancing up at me with big blue eyes, her fingers trembling as she wraps them around the base of my cock.

She gasps when I grab her wrist, plucking her hand off my dick. And then grimaces when I spit in her palm.

“You want to blow me, I’m not gonna stop you.” I grate out, pushing her hand back into my lap. “But stop playing dumb. Even virgins know how this shit works.”

I don’t mean to be a dick, but my head still hurts where she slammed me with her book, and I’ve had a hard on pretty much non-stop since last night. That’s not even considering my aching muscles, or my bruised and scraped feet.