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I slipped my arm from around his body so I could slowly spread and smooth my hand down my stomach. Malakai pulled back slightly and watched my hand’s journey, transfixed. It stopped when it reached the tropical junction between my legs, joining Malakai’s. His eyes jumped up to mine, blazing bright. Our gazes were still fixed on each other when my hand moved over his, taking it to slip it under the waistband of my panties, pressing his palm hard against me. Our breathing instantly became even more erratic, Malakai’s eyes a hypnotic black hole that held all my deepest, most desperate desires. His touch made a home in me.
Malakai’s voice was gravelly with tension. “Showing me works too.”
I released a gust of a giggle. “Do you think you can take over from here?”
“I got you.” Malakai’s smile was roguish delight and he kissed mehungrily as he gently pushed a finger inside me. I immediately gasped and bucked, the delicious sensation ricocheting throughout my body, tip to toe. He was agonizingly slow with it, making me coil up with exquisite tension. He was doing it on purpose, I knew, because he drew back, eyes glinting mischievously.
I managed to choke out, strained, “Dick.Petty.”
Malakai’s smile broadened and he welcomely slid two more fingers in, varying the pace, pressure, and depth, making my hands fly to his back, sink my nails in, making his name a mew of anguished bliss. “Kai—”
When he spoke, his voice was husky with frustration. “Do you know what you do to me when you say my name like that, Scotch?” Which, of course, made me grind up against his hand more. If it was anything like the way I felt when he called me Scotch then I was basically deific.
I arched my back and bent my arm to unclasp my bra so his hand could do what it was doing with no restrictions. His free hand travelled and explored the newly exposed territories, caressing, tweaking, acute and thorough in the pleasure. It was glorious torment. I slung a leg across his waist and writhed against him. His smile melted into something more tense, focused, arousing. Aroused.
I was moving chaotically against him as his fingers increased in pace, conjured tides, stretched me delightfully. He looked so good and so sweet in the dim lamp lighting, the muted gold marrying into his dark skin that I kissed him harder, even more messily, wanting to taste as much as I could. Malakai pulled away only so he could cover a nipple with his mouth, lapping me up, hungry, grazing with his teeth.
“You. Taste. So. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a punishingly pleasurable hard suck.
“More.”
A menacing grin against my skin. “More, who?”
“Kai.”
His mouth did the same on the other breast, continuing his heavenly censure, while his hand took over the other one, making sure there was no neglect, conscientious in his caressing. I was losing my mind. There was no time, no space to be embarrassed. I just wanted to feel, let my feelings be noisy. I’d spent so long hushing, ignoring them. His lips moved to sear the skin between my breasts, then my stomach, soft, sweet, scorching, embossing his lips across me, down, down, down, till he stopped—his eyes flying to mine in question.
“Keep going.”
He gently nudged my thighs further apart with his face and kissed the soft flesh on my right and left. He was deliberate with it, left enough space between kisses for me to start to get indignant, impatient, before he was back on me again. He pressed his lips against me through the thin material of my lacy briefs, the heat of his mouth making me buck, before he looped his fingers through my waistband. I arched, helped him move my panties down my thighs. Then, finally,finally,all my nerve endings standing up in applause, his mouth replaced his fingers, the transition smooth, his tongue swirling and thrusting expertly, hungrily inside me, until my hand was spread across his head, moving frenetically against him. Malakai was a lion’s snarl of delight, his mouth pushing warm winds that forced my teeth to sink into my bottom lip. He was starvation coming home to a banquet.
The words that flew out of my mouth were illicit, raspy sounds that only seemed to galvanize him, a circuit of pleasure. I felt like I could taste light if I wanted to, hear yellow, see the future. Then a sensation like no other, a pleasure and heat I’d never felt before, bloomed and rippled across my entire body and I came undone, clamped up, squeezed at my chest, moved raggedly against him, against the bedsheets. I flopped down limp, sweating, spasming, panting in a state of disbelief. How did that even happen?
Malakai shifted up and moved so his chest was covering mine, theweight of his body feeling like the ultimate comfort blanket. He stared down at me, eyes dark and coruscating, the corner of his lips kicked up as he scanned my face, his breathing as jagged and irregular as mine. His thumb scooped a rivulet of sweat from my forehead and he casually examined the droplet.
I frowned. “What are you—” I stopped, fascinated. He rubbed his thumb, my perspiration, his meticulous work, on my bottom lip, and sucked it into his mouth in a slow, exquisite kiss that made my core tighten again. It was depraved, it was divine.
He brought his forehead to mine. “Thought you didn’t sweat?”
I laughed and pushed his face away from mine. “You’re.”Pant. “The.”Pant.“Worst.” I was amazed I could even talk: I’d just orgasmed with a guy for the first time. Ever.
And there was the fact that no one had ever looked at my body like Malakai looked at my body. Because Malakai didn’t just look at my body, he looked atme. And he heard me. He listened with his hands and his eyes.
I swept my thumb across his jaw and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. He’d given me something. Maybe I should give him something back. Just as I began to slip my hand down his waistband, his hand flew to my wrist, held on to it.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to—”
“Do you want to?”
I hesitated. I wanted to in theabstract.Like, I knew I wanted to. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to rightthen,but—
Malakai gently moved my hand away and planted a kiss on my collarbone. “We have time, Scotch.”
I sat up and watched him quizzically for a moment, then pulled my panties up, grabbed my bra and refastened it. Was I being rejected?Again?!I moved a little further from him on the bed.
“Um, you sure? Because I feel like I got the most out of . . . that. I’d getit if you felt like maybe I didn’t reciprocate enough?” Oh my gosh. I was bad at this. I wassobad at this. Malakai made me feel powerful but alsosensitive.Like my heart was comprised of a billion tinier hearts. Why was I acting like such a dork? I cleared my throat.
Malakai’s brows furrowed. He was looking at me like I was nuts but also like he wanted to hold me. He was looking at me like I was a meowing puppy. “What? Okay. No. Stop. Can you get over here? You are way too far away from me right now.”
