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“Can you promise me something?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“Anything,” he says.
“Promise me you won’t take those midnight marathon conversations away from me again,” I say.
He nods. “Of course not.”
“And that if you need to talk…we’ll talk. Not just have sex.”
Kye’s brow furrows. “We don’t have to have sex now.”
“No, I want to,” I rush out. “I really want to. But if you don’t—”
Kye cuts me off with a hand on my waist, the other sliding across my cheek and into my hair. “Fiona…come here.”
He kisses me.
And it’s just like the first time, the flavor of salt and artificial butter on his lips tasting like home. I can’t help but sigh against him, pressing my hands to his chest and just breathing into each other’s lungs.
I’d forgotten the intricate patterns of cybernetics on his torso, swirls of metal winding into his flesh. He tried to hide himself from me the first time we had sex—he thought he was hideous. But I’ve always thought he’s beautiful, and I make sure he knows that as I follow the path of those new cybernetics toward his metal arm, which is already vibrating against my hip as he kisses me.
“I missed you,” I whisper. “I missed you so much.”
“You too, princess,” he moans into my mouth. “But we really don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
“Kye, I never stopped being ready,” I say. “Please—make love to me.”
He lifts me effortlessly with his right arm, swiping at the fry bowl to send it clattering to the floor with his left. He places me down gently on the side of the bed, my legs on either side of his waist, and I can feel how turned on he already is through both our underwear.
“I see you finally got a pair of panties,” he laughs, putting his hands on either side of my hips. He ducks his head to trail kisses down my throat and I laugh with him.
“Yeah…new acquisition,” I say.
“Exciting,” he says. “In fact, it just occurred to me I’ve never had a chance to take a pair off you.”
I inhale sharply when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, then drops to his knees. His teeth find that waistband next, nipping slightly at my hip, and I can barely contain my arousal when he starts to drag them down my thighs with hismouth.
“Cool trick,” I breathe.
“Just wait until we get to the good part.”
His thumb lands on my clit and starts to vibrate.
Imissed this…but not more than I missed his conversation.
Maybe.
I drop my head back until my hair brushes the bedspread, Kye’s hand wreaking pure havoc on me. His other hand comes around to undo the bindings around my breasts, freeing them and taking one into the palm of his hand. “Tell me if anything isn’t okay,” he says. “I don’t want to…I don’t want to fuck this up with sex.”
“Then tell me all the things you missed out on,” I blurt out. “You just—ah!—you just took two…articles of clothing…”
I trail off as I creep closer to orgasm, his thumb working my clit and his fingers venturing toward my entrance. I groan when he puts two fingers in me, plunging them in to the knuckles, curling his fingers just right to find my g-spot.
Even after weeks, he still knows exactly where it is.
I buck my hips against him and he presses a kiss to my hip bone, then my inner thigh. I don’t know if he’s going to make love to me with his mouth—I don’t care, his hand is enough. But then I realize he has other things to do with his tongue.
“I wanted to tell you how much you’ve grown, how brave you are, howstrong,” he says. “How I was a fucking idiot to ever let you go.”
